A/N: Hello! Okay, so originally this was going to be one epic one shot BUT I very much doubt I will be getting this done in time for that (I wanted to have the one shot posted by 12/20). So, instead, we're doing this like 13 days of Christmas. I have 13 fragments planned, one for each month beginning on Christmas Eve 2018 and ending on Christmas Eve 2019. I will be posting one a day. (Or trying to). Some will be short and some will be long. Some will be fluffy and some will be dramatic, but they all tell the story of Lucy and Wyatt over the course of a year as they try to navigate a relationship. Hopefully you guys enjoy it!

Happy Reading!

Angellwings

If the Fates Allow

By angellwings

"From now on, our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days.

Happy golden days of yore.

Faithful friends who are dear to us,

Gather near to us once more.

Through the years we all will be together,

If the Fates allow.

So hang a shining star upon the highest bough,

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now."

-"Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" by Judy Garland

Christmas Eve 2018

Rufus and Jiya were up to something. Wyatt hadn't quite figured out what, but they spent Christmas Eve exchanging secretive glances and smirks. It left him very suspicious, especially when they disappeared a few hours ago while he and Lucy were stuck with dish duty.

Speaking of Lucy, in the months since they saved Rufus things had improved drastically. He hadn't said those three words again. She knew how he felt so the ball was entirely in her court and he knew having her return his feelings was a very big ask. But he no longer felt things with Lucy were hopeless. She had given him plenty of encouragement over the last several months. They were back to little touches and little gestures with the occasional heart to heart. He was happy with that for now. It was a miracle that she was even talking to him at all, he knew.

He was grateful for every ounce of her time he could get. He missed her so much while they'd been separated. He missed talking to her, listening to her, and just being there for her to lean on. He was slowly earning that back. They were in a good place now. So good that every so often he thought he saw a longing in Lucy that matched his own. But it was hard to tell whether or not that was wishful thinking.

With their friends prying eyes constantly watching them tonight, Lucy had stuck close to his side. They were currently sitting side by side on the couch with her side and legs pressed into his in the most inviting way.

She rolled her eyes and nodded toward Jiya.

"You think they're being weird too, right?" She asked.

"Definitely weird," He answered.

"They look so proud of themselves and I'm a little scared," Lucy admitted.

Wyatt chuckled at at her and nodded. "Whatever it is can't be any worse than time travel."

"This is true. I'll take anything over time travel," Lucy agreed with a sigh. "The wonder of 1937 New Jersey feels so far away now."

"I don't know, sometimes it's still amazing," he said with an encouraging smile. "Sometimes we meet people like Wendell Scott and Hedy Lamar and time travel feels...fun again."

"Other times we travel with future versions of ourselves that completely terrify me to my core," she said quietly. He knew the hardness of her future counterpart scared her. She feared what events would transpire that might turn her into the woman of fire and steel who had stood along side his future self like a born soldier.

"You don't have to become her, Lucy," Wyatt assured her. "You can be whoever you want to be. You don't have to be her or the Lucy from the journal or even the Lucy you used to be. You can be whoever it feels right to be. I hope you know that."

She smiled softly at him and nodded. "I do and if I ever forget I know I can trust you to remind me. You're good at that."

"I just want you to be happy," Wyatt said modestly. "That's it."

"That's more than anyone else has wanted for me in a long time so, whether you know it or not, that's important. Thank you," she told him as she rested her head against his shoulder.

He smiled fondly at her and dared to put an arm around her. She leaned further into him, wrapping her arms around his middle. It was this closeness that he treasured most. He would never take it for granted again. Not with her. She yawned and her lids blinked heavily. It was late and Rufus and Jiya had insisted on treating today like an all day long Christmas party. They'd played party games and decorated ornaments and cookies and every possible Christmas activity the pair could dream up. It had been a good day, but a long day.

She was nearly asleep on his shoulder before he finally found the will to suggest she go to bed. Rufus had begged Wyatt to let Jiya stay in their room tonight and after everything he put the team through earlier in the year Wyatt couldn't say no. He was sleeping on the couch tonight and he was fine with that. It also meant Lucy would have her and Jiya's room to herself and she needed rest more than any of them.

"Come on, Sleepyhead," Wyatt said with a chuckle. "Let me walk you to your room. You should probably get some sleep."

"I'm good here," she mumbled as she snuggled further into him.

He rolled his eyes and then allowed himself to press a kiss to the top of her head. "As much as I would like that, this would not be a comfortable position to sleep in all night long, Professor. Come on, it's just down the hall. You can make it."

She let out a low whine but eventually pulled her head from his shoulder. "Fine. But if you're making me sleep in a bed then you are too. You can take Jiya's cot tonight."

"I'm fine on the couch."

"No, you're not. I've slept out here, remember? This couch is awful," she said with a roll of her eyes and a scoff. "The cots aren't great but they're most supportive than this piece of junk."

"I don't know, Lucy—"

"If you don't agree to stay then I'm not moving. We'll both have to sleep on the couch," she insisted with a quirked brow. "Is that what you want? Do you want me to sleep sitting up on this government issue, minimally cushioned piece of antique furniture?"

She had him there and she knew it. "Okay. Fine. If that's what you want."

"It is what I want. It's exactly what I want," she said as she patted his knee with a reassuring smile. "The best part is, if we leave now then we can avoid Rufus and Jiya and their weirdness. So, come on. Let's go, solider. I'm ready to call it a night."

She stood first and waited for him to join her. Once they began walking she looped her arm through his.

"I know this Christmas probably isn't any of our ideas of a perfect Christmas," Lucy said softly as they reached her door. "But I'm glad we're all here together. If we weren't in this bunker I'd be out there all alone—"

"No, you wouldn't," Wyatt said with a shake of his head. "Where ever you ended up I'd be with you. There's no one else I'd rather spend my Christmas with, Luce."

"Really?" She asked him. Until a month or two ago her tone would have been skeptical, but this tone was hopeful - wishful.

"Really," he promised.

Lucy moved to open her door and a low hanging decoration smacked her in the forehead. "What the—" she froze as the leafy green sprig came into view and swallowed thickly. "That wasn't there when I left my room this morning."

He too recognized the tell-tale white berries and red ribbon. Mistletoe.

"Rufus and Jiya," Wyatt said with a chuckle. "This is where they disappeared to and why Rufus was so insistent on letting Jiya stay in our room tonight. Figures."

"There's no one around to see if we just...skip it," Lucy said as she cleared her throat awkwardly. "I mean I know this has got to be weird and we've been through a lot this year and the last time that we...well we were in a very different place so I'd totally understand if you weren't up for it. No pressure or anything."

He let her ramble and watched her with an affectionate grin. He felt no awkwardness about kissing Lucy. He didn't want the out she was trying to give him. But this situation was tricky and as eager as he was to kiss her again, he wouldn't force it. She was what he wanted, but he had to be sure he was what she wanted too.

"I'm not feeling any pressure and I don't think it would be weird," he told her honestly. "But if you'd rather not then—"

He never got to finish his sentence. Before he could she sprung across the distance between them, wrapped her arms around his neck, and caught his lips with hers. Her hold was tight and her lips were insistent. He was more than happy to oblige. They stood in the doorway and under the mistletoe, kissing and kissing and kissing some more, until breathing became an issue.

Lucy released him with a labored exhale and then leaned back against the door frame. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were slightly swollen. She looked very well kissed and he couldn't help but smirk at her appearance. It was a good look for her.

She cleared her throat and then reached out to wipe something off of his chin. She chuckled softly as she did and then grinned at him. "My lipstick is all over your face."

"Yeah? Is it a good shade on me or…"

She laughed and stepped closer again. "It definitely compliments your skin tone." The hand that had swiped across his chin was now skimming across his cheek and then back into his hair. "But maybe, I should wash it off and we could try this again. Somewhere a little more comfortable would be best."

His eyebrows rose curiously. "You sure you want that?" He was up for it if she was. But he wanted to know for sure it was what she wanted. "We can go inside and talk for all I care. I don't want you to do something you're not ready for."

She smiled warmly at him and then pulled him in for another kiss. This one was slower and more heated. Without any prompting from him she deepened the kiss. He felt her tongue run across his bottom lip and he knew what that meant. He knew what this kiss meant. She wanted this. She wanted him. She pulled him inside of the room and then used the hand that wasn't running through his hair to close the door.

She pulled away very slightly. Their noses and foreheads were touching as she spoke. "I've had all the time I want to think, Wyatt. You've been wonderful and so patient. Thank you for respecting that, but it's over now. I know what I want and who I need and that's you."

"Thank God," Wyatt said in relief before he pulled her flush against him and brought her lips back down to his.

No further discussion was needed. For once they were on the exact same page at the exact same time and he planned to enjoy it.