"I'll call you if I need a bossy know-it-all." Wyatt could text, could email...but he needs to hear her voice. AU: Emma doesn't turn. Mason interrupts them before the hug in Episode 16 and Wyatt goes back to Pendleton. Wucy, fluff and hurt/comfort galore. Whump.
A collaborative twitfic by Alodis and emilycare. Written on twitter from on 17 June - 3 July 2017 in around 200 tweets. Thanks to Missy, Alyssa, Ann, Katie, Laura, Laura & Laura, Micheale, Crystal, Bex, Mae, Isabella, Miri, Timefandits, UnicornBottles, Disasterology Girl, Timeless_hypno and everyone for following along & cheerleading. Love our fandom! This is a fan story, we do not own these characters, story, etc.
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How it starts: It's all #Wucy texts & vmails, as they slowly realize they can't live w/o each other. Amy (who gets rescued) makes fun of Lucy for moping around all the time when she's not in touch w/Wyatt. Amy is like, "You need this guy in your life as much as he needs you in his. What are you waiting for?"
L: [It will never work, our lives are too different.]
A: [So, that's why your fave part of yr day is totally not hearing abt his?]
L: [Like 2 know how things are turning up for him.]
A: [You 2 are practically making eyes at each other thru the phone.]
Lucy had started out texting to him, but Wyatt teased her so much about her endless multi-part messages that she finally gave in & started calling instead, which was his plan all along.
Hearing her voice made him miss her even more. How he wished he could tell her in person about his day, see her face light up as she smiled... His friends from Pendleton noticed the change, he didn't look haunted anymore. It seemed his feelings for Lucy were written on his face.
They sent Wyatt on a new, classified mission Couldn't tell her where, or even that he was going. But she knows him so well that she knew something was up. His long radio silence was expected, but still heart-stopping.
So when Lucy saw his name on her phone screen, she couldn't hide her relief. She took the call with a shaky hand & a soft "Hey reckless hothead" but it wasn't Wyatt's voice on the other side. Her heart stopped.
"Lucy, Wyatt's has been hurt."
She could feel the panic rising & the tears at the corner of her eyes. "How bad it is ? Where is he? I want to see him."
"It's serious, but he's stable now. He only wakes occasionally, and each time he's asked for you."
"Agent Christopher?!"
"Yes, this is Denise. Lucy, we can fly you to him, but we'll need to revisit your NDA and security clearance..."
Lucy closed her eyes in a silent prayer of thanks. "I'll call now to get someone to take over my classes...for how long?"
"I wouldn't give a defined date for now." "It shouldn't be a problem. I call you right back when it's done."
"I'll send a car to pick you up. Your security ID should be ready when you arrive."
There was a few seconds of silence then Denise added softly "Your soldier will be fine Lucy. With you at his bedside, I know he will."
Denise ended the call as Lucy was whispering "He has to." She blinked and frowned realizing what Denise actually said. They were that obvious?
Amy found Lucy packing her bags. "Hey, it's your turn to 'cook' tonight. Where did you want to order—hey! What's going on?"
Lucy looked up with tears glittering in her eyes. She threw her arms around her sister, holding her tight. "He needs me."
Amy stroked her older sister's dark hair. "About time!" Then with a look at Lucy's tear stained face, said. "This is serious, isn't it?"
Lucy sniffed, and nodded. "I can't tell you...anything really." Then she shot Amy a wide-eyed look. "How can I leave you again?"
"Oh no. If you don't go I'm putting your things in the street. You know you'll just be a wreck worrying. Just..."
"What?"
"If they get that contraption going again, make them let you call me..." Amy's voice got small.
Watching the sun sink down into the ocean from the plane, Lucy recalled her words to her sister "I lost you once, I won't let that happen again."
When she finally reached Wyatt's bedside, all she see could were the bruises, the bandages. But his chest rose & fell.
Doctor informed her he'll be asleep for a little while due to the pain medication they gave him earlier. Lucy nodded, her eyes not leaving Wyatt.
Then she was left alone, nothing but the beeping of machines indicating Wyatt's vitals. Tentatively she cupped his cheek... His skin warm to the touch made her sigh. Thinking, He'll be fine, I'll make sure of that. To hell with anyone trying to take me away from his side.
Agent Christopher found Lucy there, gripping Wyatt's hand and speaking softly. Unsure if her words were meant for Wyatt or a higher power, Denise lingered at the door. She finally said, "Lucy..."
Lucy, startled, spun toward the door. At the same time, she heard an echo from the bed. "Lu..Lucy..."
His blue eyes were fluttering. She felt light pressure on her fingers. "Shhh...shhh... It's all right, Wyatt. I'm here."
His eyes adjusted to the lightness of the room. The first thing he saw was Lucy's chocolate brown eyes filled with worry. "You...came.." He felt Lucy squeeze his hand. "Someone has to keep you in line during your recovery," she gently teased.
Her teasing brought a weak smile to his face. He'd missed her more than he could say. "Yes, ma'am."
Lucy's eyes teared up, but she looked aside, trying to hide them. She looked back with a mock-severe expression. "What have I told you."
He chuckled, which turned into a cough. Then blinked and tried to talk, motioned her closer. She leaned in to hear him. "Lucy, I wanted to tell you. I couldn't...had to talk to you again."
With her hand on his shoulder, feeling the pressure of Denise waiting, Lucy suddenly felt a rush of anger and protectiveness. To him she said, gently at first, "I know, I knew," then fiercely, "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." She rounded on Denise, "I thought this was over!"
Denise stepped forward. "Lucy, we thought it was. This was just one last mission. We needed Wyatt because of his experience..."
Lucy stood, still holding Wyatt's hand. "So you sent him alone!?"
"No of course not, he commanded a full squad."
"But he didn't have his team. How could you send him against them without us?" Lucy felt a tug at her hand.
"It was my condition. I'd accept, if you didn't get involved." Wyatt revealed. The look of betrayal on her face hurt him more than any injury.
"I could have handled it. I wasn't there and look where it got you." Her tone was accusing. She expected better from him.
"Sometimes to protect the people we love we make what seem the wrong choices to them" He admitted, his eyes locked with hers. "I'm not sorry for wanting to spare you." The sincerity of his words hit her full force. "But not telling you wasn't the best move on our part."
"Clearly." She raised an eyebrow & he chuckled before wincing at the pain it caused in his body.
"Maybe I should leave the two of you alone for now." At the door, Denise turned to them. "There is still a job that needs doing but it will have to wait until you've healed, Master Sergeant, and I think we're going to need all the help we can get."
"From now on you're not doing this without me." Lucy stated with a stern voice. "And that's not up for discussion."
Denise nodded. "I'll see if we can bring Rufus & Jiya to help as well." Then she was gone & Lucy found herself torn between the want to slap Wyatt for thinking they could do this without her & how much she wished she could hold him tight for being alive.
She settled with saying, "Still reckless as ever hmm..."
"That's why you like me babydoll." He winked flashing his trademark smirk.
She couldn't stop the small smile from appearing on her face but her expression turned serious again. "Honestly Wyatt, I appreciate the thought of protecting me. But I've had enough secrets for a lifetime. I deserve more than that."
Laboriously, Wyatt put his IV laden hand on Lucy's. His face serious now, "That's exactly why I wanted you well out of this. You've had enough lies and heart-break for several lifetimes. Now that you have Amy back, I wanted you to finally be happy."
His smile came back, this time lazy, his eyes growing hazy with fatigue. "Luce, one of us needs to have a happy ending."
Lucy couldn't hide her tears this time. Wyatt, sliding into sleep, saw and got panicky. "Lucy, what..?"
"You ridiculous lug. Don't you get it yet? If there's a happy ending for me that doesn't have you in it, I don't want it."
He gave a weak smile. "Then I guess you're in luck. Can't seem to get rid of me." But his grip on her hand tightened. And she saw a different look in his tired eyes. She wiped away her tears and leaned close.
"We danced around those possibilities long enough don't you think ?" His voice was nothing more than a whisper.
Lucy's heart swelled. But she could see he was struggling to stay awake. "Sleep, Sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up."
Wyatt let sleep claim him, Lucy's presence at his side a silent lullaby for his hopeful heart.
Brushing off his hair, she leaned down. Tenderly her lips made contact with his bruised forehead. The three words reflecting her feelings stuck in her throat, she took the seat by his bed, her hand never leaving his.
The silence around her, save for the beeping, pulled her deep into thought. Bad things happened to the team when they were separated.
Hours later, a change in the beeping made her frown. She called for someone quickly. "His heart rate is dropping..."
In moments, several scrub-clad bodies swirled around Lucy, checking readouts. She focused on Wyatt until one attempted to shunt her away. She looked up at the man with steel in her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere."
Several minutes later, Agent Christopher entered the room, with Wyatt's Doctor in tow. "Lucy, it's okay. Let them do their jobs"
Lucy stood, but made no effort to leave. "Denise, if you think I'm leaving him alone again, you're dead wrong."
Wyatt muttered in his sleep as his fluids were replenished. Denise gave Lucy a compassionate look. "Please, just listen."
Lucy was unmoved. Denise said, "We don't have to go far. Let's talk in the hallway." Lucy glanced at Wyatt, he had settled again. She nodded.
In the hallway, Lucy saw them prepping a gurney. She turned to Dr Bridge who was on duty, "What is happening?"
"We're going to do tests to see if he has internal bleeding." Lucy blanched. "With injuries like these it can take days to develop."
Lucy looked to where they shifted Wyatt from bed to gurney. "I'm going to accompany him." Denise began to speak. Lucy cut in, "This is not negotiable."
Denise spoke urgently to Lucy as the Doctor examined Wyatt in prep for removal. "You helped him by catching this early, you've done enough."
"I promised him I would be there when he woke."
"Of course you can, you should get rest, too."
"No, you don't understand. We can't know that we've caught everyone from Rittenhouse. He's vulnerable and the only person I'm 100% certain he can trust is me. Where he goes, I go. I know he would do the same if it was me."
Lucy wouldn't back down, Denise knew as much. She recognized Lucy made a point, so in Wyatt's best interest she conceded, allowing Lucy to follow the gurney Wyatt was laid on out of the room.
The tests went long into the night. Lucy running on pure adrenaline at this point, grimly argued her way into several examination rooms.
Denise shifted from badgering and arguing to patient waiting after she saw how Lucy drooped. Even brought her a cup of coffee.
Wyatt woke up during the ultrasound. Lucy rushed over, but felt broken-hearted that the first faces he saw were strangers.
His look of relief when he saw her was everything.
Denise swooped when they returned to Wyatt's room, awaiting the results from the tests and prognosis from the Doctor. "Lucy, you must get rest now. Wyatt, please tell her she has to take a break and rest?"
He had to swallow to be able to speak. "Stubborn as a mule..."
Denise couldn't help but scoff. "The two of you could hold a competition."
"How do you intend to keep me in line if you can't see straight?" he told her. Lucy rolled her eyes exasperated. He wasn't playing fair here.
"You're the one who need the rest, I'm fine."
"You haven't had a good night sleep since I left. Rufus told me. He was worried. Humor me here Luce...please." His soft pleading look broke the last of her resistance.
"Alright, but I am not leaving this room."
Denise responded, "Of course. I'm going to see how that can be arranged." She was going to leave when Wyatt's words stopped her.
"No need. There's enough space for two."
"Wyatt..." Lucy started protesting, while internally loving his need for her to be close.
A knock to the door interrupted & the doctor came in. Lucy immediately tensed. "You can consider yourself lucky Master Sergeant. You do have abdominal bleeding, but the procedure to address it at this stage will be minimally invasive." Lucy and Wyatt gulped in unison.
They looked at each other. Wyatt gave a small encouraging nod. Lucy said, "Define 'minimally invasive.'"
"The surgeon is prepping now, I can explain as we go." A familiar cast of blue, rainbow and puppy-scrub clad caregivers came in.
Lucy held Wyatt's hand as they travelled to the surgery. The reality of blood only occurred to her as they helped her on with the mask.
The surgeon's assistant in the puppy scrubs was very helpful. She learned more about laparotomy than she had ever, ever wanted.
She was proud of herself. She did not faint. And when the nausea became too much, she made it out to a sink. But as she held her hand to her mouth, watching, she felt so helpless. Her hands were starting to shake from fatigue.
Denise made arrangements for a cot to be brought to Wyatt's room. To ease her own fears, she doubled the security and began a second screening.
Lucy was leaning against the wall by the time they began to stitch Wyatt up. She leaned on the gurney as they led him back. Cort, the rainbow scrub attendant chattered about how well things had gone.
Lucy couldn't understand why it took the three whole years to walk down that hallway and move Wyatt from one bed to another. Good thing we have a time machine, she thought.
Finally, the room was still. Wyatt slept, and the machines hummed and beeped around him in quiet rhythm once more.
Lucy, slumping over on the cot, sat dazed. She slipped off her shoes, her sweater, then pulled herself to her feet and crept quietly to Wyatt's bed. She fit herself in beside him, careful of his tubes & bandages.
She laid a kiss to his cheek. He stirred.
"Luce..." "Shhhh..I'm here." Her arm rested on his chest. He breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Lucy lay awake holding him a while. Drained and exhausted, but unable to let go of the moment. Her last thought before drifting off was, Wish I could tell Amy.