A/N: Shedding some light on Lucy & Wyatt's back-stories, and getting some screen time for two little-seen characters. No plot. There will be four chapters. Reviews very welcome. This is my first fanfic. I have no ownership of Timeless in any way.

Title: Perspective

Chapter 1: Noah

Our engagement party was supposed to begin our lives together, not end it.

I wasn't worried when she was late. She often gets lost in research or talks with her students long past the end of class. Her dedication to others was one of the first things that drew me to her.

I remember the day we met. Carolyn invited me to a talk she was giving on the secret history of women's lives in the Middle Ages. She oh-so-gracefully suggested I sit with her daughter and got me to promise to join them for dinner afterwards. She knew I'd be taken with Lucy. Her brilliance, her confidence, her beauty. Of course, Lucy got a frantic text from a student half-way through our meal, and we couldn't convince her to stay.

Now I feel like that should have been a warning to me. At the time, it made me want to be the person she would drop everything for.

We loved to travel together. I loved to travel with her. Both our lives were busy. Establishing my practice meant long hours and exhausting work. She had her plan. She was working towards tenure, towards becoming chair of the department, so she went above and beyond in every way she could. She was working so hard to follow in the footsteps of her Mother. Trying to fill those shoes drove her. Taking a break from everything to travel was one of the main ways we could focus on one another. Well, sort of.

That day at Cancún, I finally got her to spend a day with me at the beach. She'd spent three days prowling around Cobá. She was enthralled with the pyramids. She followed the white roads, wondering what it must have been like for these people who lived so long before us.

When I proposed, she was dumbfounded. Her mother had been dropping hints for months it seemed, and my friends had given up listening to me talk about when would be the perfect time. But Lucy was surprised. She looked at the ring, and then looked at me, and I think that was the moment she truly realized I wasn't going to disappear on her. That my being with her meant just that—I wanted to be there. With her.

She never talked about her father. It was like this strange absence that neither Lucy or Carolyn ever acknowledged. No story of how he died or was lost. No stories of a parting of ways with Carolyn sadder but wiser. Not even a rare rant about how that asshole left them alone. Just...nothing. As though he had never existed.

But obviously he did. Lucy was the proof. My Lucy. Until...

She came back from work that day and she was a different person. So cold, so closed off. She tried to hide it from me but it was clear something had changed. She looked at me like I was a stranger. We were celebrating our commitment to spend our lives together, but when I touched her I could feel her trying not to pull away. The space between us that collapsed the day I asked her to be mine had come back, yawning like a chasm. But this time I could barely see her. I had no idea where she went. She was somewhere I couldn't follow. At the time I thought it must have been part of her reaction to losing her shot at tenure. How could she fulfill her Mother's dream? But she never even mentioned University. As though it and I were lost to her already, but maybe she didn't care.

And something else strange happened that night: Lucy asked Carolyn about her Father. The very first time I'd ever heard her bring him up. That can't be a coincidence.

Maybe our closeness was just wishful thinking on my part? Maybe it was her Mother that pushed us together. "The perfect pair," she called us. "Two apples from the same tree." Maybe the hurt Lucy had from losing her Father was between us all the time but I just couldn't see it. She always focused on what other people needed. Focused on finding the truth and sharing it with others. But never looked for her own, until that day.

I know I can't make her open up to me. I've got to give her time to come to me on her own. That's always how she's been.

But I don't know how long I can wait. I don't know if she knows what she needs. Maybe I should think about what I need. Can I really give my life to someone who doesn't trust me? Who won't let me in and share her pain? Who wants to save the world, but doesn't have time for me?

Beautiful, Lucy. Please come back. Or let me go.