Goosebumps on Lucy's skin was the first thing she became aware of, the loss of her shawl exposing her arms to the dampness of the room. Though the coolness didn't explain the ache creeping through her upper arms. She hoped she wasn't coming down with flu; time travel wasn't really compatible with being sick. She didn't think Flynn would take a day off just because she couldn't get out of bed. She didn't even want to think about the trouble Wyatt and Rufus could get into without her being with them on missions. It had been bad enough when Wyatt had attempted to save Jessica, she'd promised herself she would never be left behind after that.
As things slowly started to filter through to her sluggish brain she became aware that she wasn't on a concrete floor. What ever she had been placed on was weird, firm but soft at the same time. As her brain began to function at normal speed again she sensed a weight around her wrists dragging her arms behind her slightly. It was just enough to be uncomfortable. Shivering in the cold a clinking noise caught her attention. Peeling back heavy lids she peered into the gloom around her. This time period didn't have electricity so she was reliant on the tiny barred window to give her enough light to see.
It wasn't promising. Apart from a wooden door there was nothing in the room. It looked exactly like a cell in all prisons, concrete and barren. She didn't even have a bed. Glancing at her wrists she caught sight of thick ugly chains, coiling behind her back out of sight. Frowning she caught sight of a smaller sliver bracelet lying beneath the thicker chains on her left wrist.
'Why would anyone add jewellery to my wrist?' She wondered.
"Lucy" Jumping, Lucy almost toppled over as she attempted to twist around to the voice. Evidently the chain was short to restrict her movement. A gentle hand arrested her movement before she hit the concrete, the hiss of pain from behind her ruffling her hair.
"Wyatt?"
"Whose lap did you think you we sitting in?" Lucy could almost imagine his smirk as he righted her.
At least it explained exactly what or more accurately who she was sat on. Though why she was in his lap she wasn't sure. For the first time since she'd regained consciousness she was glad she couldn't turn around.
'Why was she blushing? I didn't choose to end up in his lap.' Lucy wondered. Somehow this seemed even more intimate than when she'd curled into him on the mission with Bonnie and Clyde. At least she'd made a choice then, it appeared someone had placed her on Wyatt unless he'd done it. Though the chains made that unlikely.
"What happened?"
"After we went into that outhouse and the door slammed shut someone pumped gas into the room. I tried to break down the door but the gas knocked me out. I then woke up here with you."
"Where's Rufus?" Lucy waved her arms at the room, ignoring the jingle of the chains. "He clearly isn't here."
"Lucy." Wyatt grabbed Lucy's arms gently to stop her flailing. Shifting her weight carefully, Lucy was well aware of how awkward her position was in his lap. Understanding her confusion Wyatt shifted his arms forward until they rested against hers. Snaking around his wrists were chains identical to hers.
"They chained us together."
"Yeah. So try not to move too much."
"Sorry. Can you pick them?"
"What with? I don't have any picks on me and I highly doubt you can undo your bra with your hands tied."
Lucy refused to blush at that comment. He was never going to let her forget that first missions.
"What about a hairgrip?" She retorted.
"A hairgrip?"
"Sure. I've worn one or had one on me since that first mission." At his silence she shrugged slightly. "A certain soldier taught me to be prepared."
His huff of laughter jiggled her up and down slightly making her wobble against him.
"Yeah that will work. Easier to put in a report as well. Not sure what Christopher would say if she realised I got you to take off your bra again."
"Most guys buy me a drink before asking that once, never mind twice."
"I've bought you a drink. But if it makes you feel better we are definitely getting a drink after this. I think we're going to need it."
"Being chained to me is that bad?" Lucy joked.
"There are worse people it could be."
"Damned by faint praise." She muttered, ignoring his chuckle.
The slam of the door hitting the wall had them both jumping and Wyatt clutching Lucy closer to him. It was almost as if he was trying to move himself in front of her but was hampered by the chains.
"Oh good you're awake." Flynn smirked as the candle he carried lit up the room. "See Lucy this is what happens when you make things more difficult than it needs to be. Wouldn't it have been easier to just work together?"
"So you decided to gas us and chain us to a wall?" She scoffed.
"Well it seems the easiest way to delay you."
"For all of the time it takes for us to escape." Wyatt ground out.
Given how tense his body was Lucy was surprised he could speak. She could feel every inch of his rigid body pressed against her, if Flynn wasn't in front of her Lucy would have trouble concentrating. The only time they'd been this close was with Bonnie and Clyde.
"Yes. I'm well aware of your talents of escape chains. Which is why I took steps. Just a word of warning, I would get used to being close. Think of it being bonding. Not that you need it much, you seem far too comfortable there, what would Jessica think?" Flynn chuckled slightly as Wyatt became immobile.
If she wasn't in his lap Lucy was certain that Wyatt would have lunged at Flynn, chains or no chains.
"What are you on about?" She questioned when it was clear that Wyatt wasn't going to speak.
"Oh you'll find out. But I'd keep close together. We wouldn't want any accidents now would we?" With one last smirk at them Flynn left, taking the light with him.
"What the hell was that about?" She wondered after a few minutes.
"I have no idea. Let's just get out of here. Where's the hair grip?"
Instead of answering him Lucy carefully lifted her arm, well aware that if she weren't wary she would hurt them both. Following her train of thought he wrapped his hands around her wrist so she could move them both at the same time. Gradually Lucy moved their connected arms up towards her head, wincing when the chain restricted their movement. Tilting her head she strained to reach the grips in her hair but it was no use. Neither of them could quite reach the grips.
"Damn it." She swore, lowering her arms and leaning back into him. No matter the issue plaguing her there was always something comforting about his presence. Not that she was going to analyse that. She'd found herself more and more reaching out for his comforting presence. Even him just being near was enough to set her more at ease.
"So much for being prepared."
"Hey it will be alright." Wyatt reassured her. "I've got an idea but it might hurt a bit."
"Do it." The sooner she got out the chains the better. She was slowly going stiff from the position on the floor and Wyatt couldn't be any more comfortable with her sat in his lap.
"Where is the grip?"
"There are a few in my hair but loosest is beside my ear on the left."
"I'm sort if this hurts." He whispered against her skin, mouth just below her ear.
Lucy tried to keep still as he attempted what ever he was going to do, but it became indefinitely harder when she felt his lips brush her neck. As they drifted towards her hairline she could barely supress the shiver, her eyes focusing on the door as she commanded her body not to reveal the swirling emotions flowing through her. All her focus was on Wyatt's lips, his touch gentle, his breathing blocking most other sounds. As her brain spluttered back into life she realised his plan. Moving slowly as not to hurt her, he almost tenderly gathered the grip in his mouth and began easing it out of her hair. Lucy couldn't help as small cry of pain escaping as it tangled in one of her curls.
'Why couldn't she have had her hair straight for this mission?' She cursed silently.
Breathing increased slightly, Wyatt paused to give her time to recover before continuing on. A few more tugs and it was free, Lucy's hair falling to dust her shoulder. In a move that surprised her he brushed it back to approximately where it had been before being disturbed by him removing the grip.
"Sorry." He murmured around the grip as he moved their arms into a position where he could manoeuvre it into his hand. How he managed to move it to his hand Lucy would never know. When she spent time around him she sometimes forgot that he had a whole host of skills he'd picked up as a soldier that she didn't know about.
Wyatt had managed to release her wrist from the chains when the door flew open again. Before she'd even registered the figure in the doorway Wyatt had pulled her back against him turning her away from the figure.
"Oh thank god." Rufus' voice came from the doorway. "We need to leave right now."
"What happened Rufus?" Wyatt asked as he turned back to the problem of the chains.
"Apparently being black is a big crime here. There's a mob heading this way and I don't think they want to have a party. What happened to you guys?"
"Flynn." Lucy explained, sighing with relief as Wyatt unlocked their other wrists. Waving a hand at Rufus she allowed him to pull her to her feet wincing as the blood flowed back into her legs.
"Apparently he wanted to delay us."
The light from Rufus' candle reflected off the bracelet, drawing her attention back to it. Turning her wrist over she couldn't find any clasp to remove it. Why on earth would Flynn put a bracelet on her? And what was with his cryptic warnings about staying close to Wyatt?
"Come on let's go." Wyatt straightened his clothes as he stood, then led them out of the door. "I'd rather not fight a mob."
They'd raced back to the lifeboat, not really paying attention to the scenery around them. As always they'd had to leave it further out from the town so as not to attract attention. Thankfully they found no sign of the mob Rufus had mentioned and made it back to the lifeboat unscathed. All the way Lucy couldn't help but wonder at Flynn's words. No matter how she puzzled about it she couldn't figure out what he was after. Maybe once they were back in the present they could figure it out between them.
Reaching the lifeboat Rufus headed inside leaving Wyatt to help her in and make a start on her seatbelt. Once he was satisfied she was securely fastened he began on his own. Watching his movements she caught sight of a gleam of silver that she hadn't noticed before. Clutching her seat as the world began to spin around her signifying their movement through time she had to ask:
"Did Flynn put that on you?" She pointed quickly to his left wrist before regain her death grip on the seat. Wyatt wasn't the kind of guy to wear jewellery, not that she'd ever paid too much attention to his wrists but she was certain he wasn't wearing it earlier. He just nodded his head, clenching his mouth together as the spinning grew worse.
The crash indicated that they'd landed back in the present.
"That never gets any better." Wyatt groaned before slowly undoing his belt. Rufus' groan of agreement matched hers as they stumbled out into the warehouse.
"How did it go?" Christopher enquired as Wyatt helped her out of the lifeboat.
"Well he didn't managed to change anything but he did manage to gas Lucy and Wyatt before chaining them up." Rufus supplied. Glancing at the two of them for confirmation Christopher then nodded.
"Go to medical and get checked out. Debrief once you're done."
Nodding her agreement Lucy quickly stepped towards the medical suite, leaving Wyatt behind to confer with Christopher. Medical was a good idea but she still really hated having blood tests. Hopefully this time she wouldn't pass out. She'd barely gone a few steps when a beeping caught her attention. It seemed to becoming from her wrist. Frowning Lucy lifted her wrist staring at the bracelet Flynn had placed on her wrist. Across the top, which she'd initially believed to be silver, there was three blogs varying from yellow to orange.
"Lucy don't move!" Rufus yelled freezing her in place. Turning to face him Lucy found Wyatt holding his wrist in a similar move to her. Catching sight of her his face paled.
"Rufus?" Wyatt questioned.
"Lucy move back towards Wyatt." Rufus commanded, his tone making her comply without thought. As she moved back towards him she noticed the amber light disappear, returning silver. By the time Lucy was stood beside Wyatt her bracelet was back to silver.
"Rufus?" Christopher asked, as he appeared to be the only one who knew what was going on.
"I've only seen these in movies. It was in that transporter movie."
"Are you serious?" Wyatt choked out.
"Guys." Lucy ground out, wondering what the hell was going on. Turning to Lucy, Wyatt explained his face pale.
"In the movie Frank can't move to far away from his car. He has a bracelet on his wrist. If he gets too far away…" He trailed off leaving Lucy to reach her own conclusions.
"You mean?"
Rufus looked at Wyatt before answering Lucy's question.
"Yeah. Until we can figure out how to get these bracelets off you an Wyatt are going to have to stay as close as possible to each other."
So I had this idea since the first episode about her adapting to carry a hairgrip in case they ever need to pick a lock again. I was going to just do this as a one shot but I had an idea to carry this on further if people are interested in reading more. Let me know what you think.
