"Lucy!"
Wyatt yelled at the Mothership as it took off. They were too late. Flynn had her and God only knows what he's going to do to her.
"What... What do we do know?" Rufus panted. He stared at the empty space in disbelief. Then he remembered the recorder. My God, what am I going to do?
Wyatt ran as fast as he could, which, unfortunately was almost too fast for Rufus, back to the Lifeboat. He quickly climbed in. Wyatt leant a helping hand and pulled him up with him.
Rufus sat down in the pilots chair. Wyatt was standing behind him. "Wyatt," Rufus said as he punched many buttons. "Maybe Flynn took Lucy because he knows the future isn't going to change... Which means my family and I could be in danger."
Wyatt still stood behind him. "Let's try to keep the focus on finding Lucy. If it does come up, face it. Face your fears. Honestly, what are they going to do? They can't kill you. Your the only pilot."
"That's true but my family..."
"Tell Christopher. Maybe she can put somebody, only that she trusts, outside your house."
Rufus nodded seemingly okay with the advice he got. Wyatt was good at that; giving advice.
Wyatt sat down in his own seat and pulled his seatbelt over his chest. Before buckling it it he reaches forward.
Rufus sees this and looks away. He put the blame on him just as much, as he knew, Wyatt put on himself.
A sudden pang of guilt and anger hit him. Lucy really was gone. Lucy was in the hands of a terrorist and Wyatt couldn't do anything about right now.
He strapped himself in. And as he strapped himself in, he realized just how much he enjoyed helping Lucy as she struggled with the belts.
He looked into the empty space and pictured her the first time he saw her: an unsure, nervous wreck. The belt twisted over her side and she tried to push it in. Wyatt had smiled and leant forward.
Or when they all tiredly climbed in after the assassination. She
"Lucy!"
Wyatt yelled at the Mothership as it took off. They were too late. Flynn had her and God only knows what he's going to do to her.
"What... What do we do know?" Rufus panted. He stared at the empty space in disbelief. Then he remembered the recorder. My God, what am I going to do?
Wyatt ran as fast as he could, which, unfortunately was almost too fast for Rufus, back to the Lifeboat. He quickly climbed in. Wyatt leant a helping hand and pulled him up with him.
Rufus sat down in the pilots chair. Wyatt was standing behind him. "Wyatt," Rufus said as he punched many buttons. "Maybe Flynn took Lucy because he knows the future isn't going to change... Which means my family and I could be in danger."
Wyatt still stood behind him. "Let's try to keep the focus on finding Lucy. If it does come up, face it. Face your fears. Honestly, what are they going to do? They can't kill you. Your the only pilot."
"That's true but my family..."
"Tell Christopher. Maybe she can put somebody, only that she trusts, outside your house."
Rufus nodded seemingly okay with the advice he got. Wyatt was good at that; giving advice.
Wyatt sat down in his own seat and pulled his seatbelt over his chest. Before buckling it it he reaches forward.
Rufus sees this and looks away. He put the blame on him just as much, as he knew, Wyatt put on himself.
A sudden pang of guilt and anger hit him. Lucy really was gone. Lucy was in the hands of a terrorist and Wyatt couldn't do anything about right now.
He strapped himself in. And as he strapped himself in, he realized just how much he enjoyed helping Lucy as she struggled with the belts.
He looked into the empty space and pictured her the first time he saw her: an unsure, nervous wreck. The belt twisted over her side and she tried to push it in. Wyatt had smiled and leant forward.
Or when they all tiredly climbed in after the assassination. She was shaking with adrenaline. He could only imagine what she felt as she watched the 16th President of the United States get assassinated right in front of her eyes. And by her kidnapper, no less.
He went through all the times he had helped her. Not just with the seatbelt. Through the centuries.
So this is what it's like to be without Lucy Preston? The thought was undoubtedly reeling through both of their heads. And they both despised it. It would never work.
The Soldier and the Techie were a great team but they'd be lost without Historian.
Wyatt soon realises the Time Machine landed and with that reality. They had to save her. He would do nothing else until they got back Lucy Preston. No matter what it took.
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I know it's short but it was something I really wanted to write since I saw it. Thanks for reading it, I hope you enjoyed!
"Lucy!"
Wyatt yelled at the Mothership as it took off. They were too late. Flynn had her and God only knows what he's going to do to her.
"What... What do we do know?" Rufus panted. He stared at the empty space in disbelief. Then he remembered the recorder. My God, what am I going to do?
Wyatt ran as fast as he could, which, unfortunately was almost too fast for Rufus, back to the Lifeboat. He quickly climbed in. Wyatt leant a helping hand and pulled him up with him.
Rufus sat down in the pilots chair. Wyatt was standing behind him. "Wyatt," Rufus said as he punched many buttons. "Maybe Flynn took Lucy because he knows the future isn't going to change... Which means my family and I could be in danger."
Wyatt still stood behind him. "Let's try to keep the focus on finding Lucy. If it does come up, face it. Face your fears. Honestly, what are they going to do? They can't kill you. Your the only pilot."
"That's true but my family..."
"Tell Christopher. Maybe she can put somebody, only that she trusts, outside your house."
Rufus nodded seemingly okay with the advice he got. Wyatt was good at that; giving advice.
Wyatt sat down in his own seat and pulled his seatbelt over his chest. Before buckling it it he reaches forward.
Rufus sees this and looks away. He put the blame on him just as much, as he knew, Wyatt put on himself.
A sudden pang of guilt and anger hit him. Lucy really was gone. Lucy was in the hands of a terrorist and Wyatt couldn't do anything about right now.
He strapped himself in. And as he strapped himself in, he realized just how much he enjoyed helping Lucy as she struggled with the belts.
He looked into the empty space and pictured her the first time he saw her: an unsure, nervous wreck. The belt twisted over her side and she tried to push it in. Wyatt had smiled and leant forward.
Or when they all tiredly climbed in after the assassination. She was shaking with adrenaline. He could only imagine what she felt as she watched the 16th President of the United States get assassinated right in front of her eyes. And by her kidnapper, no less.
He went through all the times he had helped her. Not just with the seatbelt. Through the centuries.
So this is what it's like to be without Lucy Preston? The thought was undoubtedly reeling through both of their heads. And they both despised it. It would never work.
The Soldier and the Techie were a great team but they'd be lost without Historian.
Wyatt soon realises the Time Machine landed and with that reality. They had to save her. He would do nothing else until they got back Lucy Preston. No matter what it took.
~•~•~•~
I know it's short but it was something I really wanted to write since I saw it. Thanks for reading it, I hope you enjoyed!
-EJ