The second Lucy walked over to where Flynn was leaning against the wall, observing everyone in silence.
"I forgot that you use to do this all of the time, sit out, wait for others to speak first before putting in his own thoughts." She said leaning against the wall.
Flynn raised an eyebrow at her, "You say that like you spend a lot of time with me." He said with sarcastic grin.
The second Lucy shrugged, "A little bit." She murmured.
Flynn smirked, "That's it, that's all you got?" He nodded over at the second Wyatt. "And him, is he around a lot?"
Lucy shrugged, "A bit." She murmured with a smirk.
Flynn rolled his eyes at her, "Just about as forth coming as the first time we met…... how long has it been for you since you have seen me?" He asked her shifting his arm wincing past the pain of the gunshot wound.
She shrugged, "Not long, a few months. We were finishing up a mission when Rufus disappeared. So, we came back to fix the mess." Flynn looked over at the group talking about how they could fix it, and he noticed the one person he was looking for was still missing. She had left about a half an hour ago, slipping out when she thought no one was looking. "So, we messed something up?" He asked her.
She shrugged again, "Not really sure, time, it's a fickle thing. I remember going back for Jiya, I remember the shots in Chinatown. I remember what happened with my mom and Emma. But I don't remember Rufus dying. But we were in our timeline, so who knows if we were always meant to come back all along and save him." She sighed, "Time travel has no rhyme or reason I am finding."
Flynn nodded, "Is there an end to all of this." He said raised his good hand and waving around.
She smiled again, "I can't tell you that." She said simply, "I will say that you should hold on to hope though."
Flynn rolled his eyes, "Why can't you tell me things? Just straight answers."
Lucy smiled at him turning to face, "Fine, I am going to save both you and Lucy a lot of pain …. or should I say you and I? She isn't here right now because she is alone in the bathroom crying her eyes out. She is lost….. completely and utterly lost. Not because she lost her mother, but because when she needed someone to be there for her, there was no one. She was going to look Emma in the eye tonight while she pulled the trigger on the gun. She found out her mother…... our mother didn't want anything but to bring us deeper into her hell." She sighed and closed her eyes, "I shouldn't even tell you this, any of this… but that pain, it led me to make a lot of choices that I completely regret. So maybe if I tell you now, maybe if I can change this one thing, then we can finish this shit sooner. Maybe we can…. I can be ok." She smiled without humor, "Because God knows that I am not always ok right now."
Flynn looked at her gently, "How often does she hide and cry?" He asked softly.
She shrugged, "Enough in the past, well this past…...but going forward, it will be more…. A lot more. The vodka started before but going forward from this time…... it is all that helps me survive for a while. It is what makes or breaks me… and it causes me to make a lot of decisions that I completely regret. I am not the same person any more, and it is devastating." She said softly.
Flynn's eyes looked up to waiting for his Lucy to come back.
"She won't come out for a while." Lucy said.
Flynn nodded down at her, "Bathroom?"
She gave him a light smile and nodded. She watched him start to walk away when she called to him, "Flynn, you will need to be forceful... she is buried right now. She is grasping at whatever she can reach for…. but more than anything be honest."
"About what?" Flynn asked.
"How you feel…. It is the only way you will reach her." The second Lucy said before turning to walk back to the others.
Flynn watched her as she walked away before turning back to walk over to the bathroom. He saw the chair sitting in front of the door and he could hear the shower running. He paused not wanting to go in and disturb her if she was showering, but then he remembered what the second Lucy had said.
He hesitated only a moment before pushing the door in gently and giving a quick glance to make sure. When he saw her fully dressed in the corner taking a swig of vodka he inhaled sharply. She was alone, and they were all just sitting there waiting for her to come back. How would she would have come back, with smiles and nods he was sure. Pretending that she was fine. And they would have all believed it because she was so good at making sure everyone else was ok, that everyone else had what they needed…. All while falling apart in secret on her own.
He put the chair right back in front of the door and pushed the door closed, "Hay." He said as she took another swig, tears pouring down her face.
She looked at him with narrowed eyes, "I had the chair in front of the door." She said harshly.
He nodded down at her, walking to lean against the wall. "Yep and you are wasting water." He said pointing at the running shower.
She shrugged "So bill me." She was being harsh, he had never heard her speak like this. Never heard anything but kindness and hope. This Lucy sitting on the floor was severe and unforgiving, and it broke his heart. He sighed sliding down the wall to sit next to her, his legs stretching out past hers.
"Lucy." He whispered. "Talk to me."
She laughed in a harsh and taxing tone, "What do you want me to tell you? About how everything in my life is completely fucked. About how maybe two or three months ago I would have said that my life was fucked, but noooooo fast forward to today. And BAM life showed me, you thought it was bad before, I can make it worse." She snorted and tried to take another swig from the bottle, but Flynn grabbed it and put it on the other side where she couldn't reach it. "Hay. I wasn't done with that." She said starkly.
Flynn shrugged discreetly pouring almost the entire bottle out into the shower drain, "I say that you are… now talk to me about what you are feeling Lucy. I see that you are angry. But are you sad, happy, indifferent. Are you angry or pissed?" He reached over and grabbed her hand. "TALK to me. About Whatever you want. Anything and I will listen." He said softly.
She ripped her hand out of his and snarled at him, "You want to know what's going on? Fine." She pushed off the wall to stand up and start pacing back and forth. "I am in pain, the worst pain that I have been in since I lost my sister. RUFUS IS GONE!" She yelled. "Part of it is my fault. I should have done more, I should have fought harder for him. Instead I was to busy whining about my mother and Rufus paid the price." Flynn went to cut in, but she waved her hands at him, "No, there is no excuse. And I can't go to Jiya because, well I killed her boyfriend. I can't go to Denice because she just wants to move on right now with this new Lucy and Wyatt. Mason is morning Rufus who was like his son." She laughed again with no humor and almost a little manic. "And I can't go to Wyatt, do you know why?"
She turned and put her hands on her hips, tears streaming down her face and Flynn's heart started to crack. "I can't go to Wyatt because he is to busy telling me how its all his fault and he feels so bad and I have to reassure him, I have to reassure HIM…. But that it's not. Noooooo… Even though, deep down a little piece of me is SCREAMING that this is Wyatt's fault. I am reassuring him that it is not his fault" She said holding her palm to her chest tightly. Pushing as if she pushed hard enough, she could relieve the pain and pressure in her chest. "If he had just been honest with us, if he had just talked to us. We could have all watched for some sign of this. Jiya never would have been taken and then Rufus would still be here." She stated pacing again as all of the thoughts and frustrations urged her to move, "I know in my head, that it's no one's fault but Jess's and Emma's… but my heart Flynn…... a little piece of my heart is saying that it is also Wyatt's fault." She stopped and looked down at him, and he waited for to get all of it off of her chest. "Then when I am sitting there just wanting to be alone, wanting to process and grieve. Wyatt comes over needing me to comfort him, and I felt this flash of anger because just once I wanted it to be about my grief, I wanted him to reassure me…. Just once Flynn, I wanted him to … I don't know…. Just listen to me?... or just sit there and listen while I complain or cry or yell…. but do you know what he did Flynn." She paused again, eyes going from sadness to anger, "He tells me that he fucking loves me." She had started pacing again and missed the way Flynn's entire body tensed against the wall, and as she continued to talk, her voice was getting louder and louder as her anger and rage made her start to shake. "He loves me NOW…. After his wife turns out to be a spy that was sent to kill us…. After he chased her through time. He loves me now that his pregnant wife left him to ruin the world."
She walked over to grab the bottle next to Flynn, grabbing it and taking a swig, "Did he love me after we slept together and came back to our time? NOPE, he got one text and he left with no word to me… no explanation. Did he love me when he brought his fucking wife here? To the one place that I couldn't leave? Nope!" She screamed before taking another swig and when she found the bottle empty she threw it with all of her strength against the wall, smiling in satisfaction when it shattered against the wall. She turned to Flynn again, "Did he love me when he was fucking her not 3 days after he fucked me, LOUDLY in this echoing hell hole? When he was joking about it with Rufus? When he got his fucking wife pregnant?!" she screamed, "NO, he didn't love me then." She paused again before looking down at Flynn, "Maybe he loved me when he told me that even though he loved his wife, his still wanted me… like a nice piece of ass on the side." Again, she didn't see the fury flash across Flynn's face, the way his hands tightened in rage. "But don't worry because after his wife leaves him, he loves me." She said chocking back a sob. She turned to look at Flynn, "I don't know Flynn, maybe its me…. You know... maybe I am what's wrong here. My mom, Wyatt…...I am just tainted and everything I touch burns, Amy, Rufus, the time machine." She jumped when she heard Flynn snarl behind her.
"Enough." He roared, "Now I will listen to you tell me what a dumb ass Wyatt is… and I will do it with pleasure. I will listen to your thoughts, fears and pain…... but I will not listen to you say that you are the problem." He pushed himself off of the wall, slowly into a standing position, stalking over to where she was standing. She shook her head, but he grabbed shoulders hissing in pain when his arm in the sling moved up. "No Lucy, you listen to me. You are not the problem. Wyatt is the problem. Do you hear what I am saying?"
When she didn't answer him and looked away, he shook her and hissed again but ignored the pain, "You matter Lucy, you are worth 100 Wyatt's and you deserve so much more then he ever could give you." He said harshly, he eyes boring into hers.
She bit her lip, tears sliding down her cheeks again. After a moment she nodded, "I need you to answer me Flynn." She said softly.
He raised an eyebrow at her, "What?"
She looked down not wanting to answer, but he took his hand and slid it under her chin, "Lucy, what question?" He asked when her eyes met his.
"In Chinatown, when I asked you why you were here." She said softly.
Flynn smiled down at her, "Do you mean when Wyatt interrupted us?"
She rolled her eyes sliding back into his Lucy, the one who was soft and funny and kind and caring, "Yes." She said softly.
Flynn let go of her shoulders to slowly take off his arm brace, then reached up with both hands to cup her cheeks. "I thought it was so obvious, but maybe its not." He thumbs brushing her cheeks, "You Lucy…. I stay for you." He whispered. "I stay to help you, to make sure that you stay safe, to be by you, around you…. To hear your voice and see your face." His eyes started to widen as she slowly stepped out of his reach, shaking her head.
"No." She whispered, "Do not do that… do not …just don't." She turned and paced away, and his anger started to boil up inside him.
"Don't what?" He barked out, "Show you that there is someone that cares? Show you that you could be put first."
She held up her hand, shaking it at him. He could see the panic and fear falling off of her in waves. "Don't set me up to fail again Flynn." She said tears streaming down her face.
Flynn clenched his jaw, his own anger starting to roll off of him, he turned to pace the bathroom. Back and forth as she watched him. The two of them lost in their own frustrations, pain and anger. Finally, he took a deep breath and turned back to her, "Don't do that Lucy… don't put me in the same category as Wyatt. Don't push me away because of his mistakes."
Lucy snorted, her arms wrapping around herself tightly, "Don't what Flynn? I am confused because there is no way… no way you…you can…" she trailed off unable to finish.
He narrowed his eyes at her, "I can't what Lucy? I can't possibly what?" he said tightly.
She rolled her red rimmed eyes, "You can't…...can't care about me…there is no way." She said.
Flynn snorted at her, "You are right Lucy…I don't fucking care about you…." He whispered, stalking over to her, crowding her space.
She nodded at him, "See." She whispered back.
Flynn smiled with no humor, "You see Lucy, I went past caring a long time ago…. I went past caring when we were fighting against each other. I went past caring when you stood up to me, yelled at me." He bit out.
"Stop." She whispered, "Don't say it."
He cupped her face with his hands again, "Don't say what Lucy? What are you so scared of?" He whispered to her.
"Don't say it..." she said closing her eyes, "I can't…I don't…. just don't…. please." Her voice trembled.
Flynn shook his head at her, "Don't tell you, that I have loved you from the moment you stepped in front of that boy?"
She ripped herself from his arms, "Stop." She said harshly, "Don't say things you can't possibly mean."
Flynn narrowed his eyes at her, "DO NOT TELL ME WHAT MY FEELINGS ARE." He said in a deep fierce voice.
Lucy laughed at him again with no humor, "Oh yea…. Then what do you love about me Flynn? What could you possibly love about me?" She snarled, the Lucy that was broken in front of him again.
Flynn clenched his jaw, "Fine you want me to tell you, I will tell you…... I love the way you bounce your knee when you are working, and it makes the entire table move. It drives everyone around you crazy, but I know you don't even know you are doing it…... I love the way you bite your lip when you are thinking…... I love the way you always set the table counter freakin clockwise, but for some reason serve the food clockwise." He paused as he saw the confusion slip into her eyes. "I love the way you giggle under your breath, when you think you are getting away with something…. I love the way you snap at Mason when he won't give you a book you want and they way you would push Rufus on purpose when you walked by, so he would know that you were thinking of him…... I love the way you slide your feet into my lap when we are on the couch and then rotate your feet until I start rubbing them." He watched as the tears streamed down her face, "I could go on all day Lucy… all day. For a million different little reasons. The way you walk right into my room like its yours and plop down on my bed and read something out loud to me. You don't even bother to look up to see if I am listening, you just know that I am… and if I am not for some reason you throw a pillow at me…. still without looking up from your book."
Lucy was shaking her head at him, tears streaming down her face, so Flynn grabbed her and gently shook her, "Do you want me to give you all of the other reasons? The reasons that people expect?" He said viciously, "That when I look at you and the sun gleams off of your hair, my heart stutters… That when you look up at me and smile, my heart completely stops!... That after you have sat on my bed in those session where you are reading history to me, I lay down and just close my eyes and smell you on my pillow."
"Stop." She said begging him, eyes tightly closed, "Please."
Flynn shook her again, "Then maybe I should tell you the reasons like the fact that no matter what happens you always put everyone ahead of yourself! Or maybe I should tell you that it still puts me in awe that you can look at me and smile after everything that I have done." He said harshly.
Flynn shifted his hands up to her face, his thumbs on her cheeks, "Forever Lucy, I could do this forever. I didn't fall in love with your face, although it is an amazing face that makes me pause just to stare. I didn't fall in love with your body, even though I dream of it every night…over me, on me, under me… fucking surrounding me…... I didn't fall in love with your personality because it simultaneously makes me laugh, become frustrated and intrigued…. I didn't fall in love with the way you present yourself and treat others, because the way you put everyone else ahead of you actually drives me insane." He shook her making her open her eyes to look up at him, "I fell in love with all of it… the good, the bad and the ugly…. The things that drive me crazy and the things that turn me on and the things that make me want to wrap you in a bubble and protect you from everything." He let go of her and took a step back, "So yell at me, tell me that you hate me, tell me that I am crazy, and I have no chance in hell… but do not sit there and fucking tell me what I feel."
She turned her back on him and he felt his heart shatter, she wrapped her hands around her waist and hunched over. He could hear her sobs as they racked through her body. He sighed closing his eyes, this… this is why he hadn't pushed. But fucking second Lucy instead and he listened.
"I am sorry." He whispered, "I wish I could take it all back… I know that you have enough that you are dealing with." He closed his eyes, "I shouldn't have told you." But his eyes flew open when she launched herself into his arms. His ignored the searing pain in his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her.
She pushed her face into chest, still to short to reach anything else. Her arms clenched him as she sobbed into his chest. He pulled her close, in case this was the last time he ever held her. He clenched her as tightly as he could, his face burying into her hair, inhaling her scent. He closed his eyes and realized this was a pain that he did not know if he could survive again. Yet he would, even if all she ever needed was a friend, he would stand there and be her friend. If all she could deal with was a coworker, he would protect her with his life, help her accomplish everything she wanted to. He began to murmur to her in Croatian. Telling her that he loved her, that he would always love her, and would do anything to make her happy. If this was the only chance he had to say it ever again, he was going to repeat it until she told him to stop.
It may have been 5 minutes or 30 minutes, he had no clue. He just held her until she slowly pulled back to look him in the face. Her face was red and blotchy, her eyes blood shot and red rimmed. Yet, she still looked like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His injured arm was still wrapped around her waist holding her close for as long as she would allow him too. His other hand came up to brush the hair out of her face and then his fingers slowly trailed down her cheek, "Draga Moja, Žao mi je, tako mi je žao. Bit ćemo dobro." He whispered, looking into her eyes.
She blinked up at him, her eyes starting to cloud from exhaustion, emotional crying and the alcohol she had consumed. "What does that mean?" She asked him softly, one of her arms coming around so her hand could lay on his chest.
He smiled down at her, "Nothing of importance." He whispered.
"Flynn." She whispered, her eyes closed, and his fingers kept brushing her cheek.
"Yes." He whispered back.
"I want to try something." She said softly, eyes still closed.
"Huum?" He asked still looking at her face.
She reached up with both hands and cupped his neck to pull him down, her breath brushing his lips. Then a simple brush and his knees almost buckled.
Flynn closed his eyes, waiting, not moving. Begging in his mind for her to continue yet worrying that she was only doing it because she thought it was what he wanted.
Flynn held still, letting her lead, letting her decide what she did and didn't want.
Her lips brushed his again, slowly, tentatively, her hands sliding around his neck to brush his cheeks, to bury her fingers into his hair. It was a simple and sweet kiss, nothing deep or even passionate about it, but it felt like falling home, like a warm thick blanket keeping them warm. The peace settled through his body as he pulled her closer. Slowly, gently kissing her back.
To Flynn it felt like it lasted forever, yet it was over way to fast when she pulled back and blinked up at him.
"Garcia." She whispered, a look of shook on her face. His heart stuttered when she whispered his name…. his real name. Another tear slid down her cheek and he frowned down at her. "I would do anything, so you never shed another tear again." He whispered. "It is the one thing I hate to see from you."
Lucy smiled softly, then she scrunched up her eyebrows, "I can't lie to you…... I don't know what to think, or to feel right now. There is so much, so much and I don't think… I can't think." She whispered, setting her head against his chest. "I don't know if I love you... or can love you…. But." She slid her head sideways, so she could hear the thump of his heart, "I know that I find myself looking for your company above all others … when I read something new, I want to share it with you…. When we are on mission, I look to make sure you are safe, before anyone else."
She slowly trailed off and became heavier against Flynn's chest, any other day he would just pick her up and carry her to bed. But today he knew he was already fucked from the movement and abuse he had given his shoulder. So, he brushed her hair back off of her face and called down to her, "Lucy, we have to get you into bed."
She blinked up at him, with wide and confused eyes, "Bed…we have work, don't we… Rufus." She said sleepily.
"Tomorrow, we all need sleep tonight." He whispered to her as he turned her to the door, then he paused to look over at the shower that was still running. "Hold on a second." He said pushing her to stand alone, before running over and turning the shower. When he got back to her only a few seconds later she was almost asleep on her feet. "Come on, question is where are you sleeping? I am pretty sure Wyatt is sleeping with Wyatt and Jiya wants to sleep alone, but the second Lucy might take your room, so that leaves you on the couch again." He said looking down her, knowing full well he wasn't letting her sleep on the couch. "Is it ok for you to sleep in my room? I will be good and sleep in the chair."
When she nodded at him sleepy, he led her slowly out into the hall. She was leaning on his side, his arm wrapped around her waist. He looked up as he walking her to his room and saw "their" Wyatt standing at the end of the hall giving him a nasty narrowed look. He was starting to walk towards them when the second Lucy cut him off. Flynn could hear the two of them whispering back and forth as he helped Lucy to his door, when he pulled the door open he could hear Wyatt's voice getting louder. As he walked in he stuck his injured arm out and gave Wyatt the finger just to piss him off. It was worth the pain when he heard Wyatt yell.
He wasn't lying when he said he would never hurt Wyatt, because he knew it would hurt Lucy to hurt him. So, getting on his nerves was the best he was going to be able to do. He pushed his door closed and slid he lock in place. He helped he over to the bed, where he laid her down carefully. She was already asleep as she snuggled into his pillow. He slowly pulled her feet towards him and pulled her shoes off, then pulled the blanket up over her. She finally looked at peace and his heart settled a little.
He walked over to the desk and slowly pulled his shirt over his head, hissing loudly at the pain radiating from his gun shot. "Garcia?" He heard behind him, making him turn. "Are you ok?" She had asked him, sitting up in the bed.
"Yes, fine… go back to sleep." He whispered back.
She rolled her eyes and slid out of bed to walk over to him, "Here let me see." She said softly, reaching for the bandage on his back. She had it cleaned and changed within a few moments. She turned him, so he was sitting on the desk, and her gaze slid across his chest, and down his abs to the top of his belt. When she glanced back up at him, he was grinning at her. "Like what you see?" he said, making her roll her eyes at him, but when she smiled softly his heart skipped a beat again.
"Here, let me see." She said, stepping closer in between his legs. She slowly pulled the bandage off his chest and gasped at the site. "Flynn what have you done?" She asked him in a tight voice.
"So, I am back to Flynn again." He hissed out the last past as she started cleaning the wound.
"You are when you do stupid stuff, like not take care of yourself." She said with a humph.
He grinned down at her as she finished cleaning and started to put a new bandage on it.
She kissed the bandage tenderly, "Just be careful…. Ok" She said softly. "I need you to help take care me, and if you are broken…. Then you can't do that." She said grinning.
Flynn rolled his eyes but grinned at her, "I will see what I can do for you." He pushed her towards the bed, "Now we have had a very, very long day and I expect they will only get longer as we fight to get Rufus back. Plus, you are still a little drunk… not sure that I should have even let you work on me!"
She gave him a small smile, which told him that her exhaustion level was at an all time peak. He watched as she shuffled back over to the bed and sat down heavily. She pulled off her sweater leaving her in a tank top and sweats. Then she reached under her shirt to unhook her bra and pull it off making Flynn's eyebrows raise. When she looked over at him, he was still siting on the desk, "What are you doing?" She asked softly.
He just shook his head at her…
"Do you need help?" She asked with a frown, going to stand up.
Flynn shook his head, "NO, just taking a minute. The pain was worse than I thought." He said truthfully.
Lucy's eyes widened, "Ohhhh." She got up out of bed and hurried to the door, unlocking and pulling it open.
Flynn stood up quickly, "Where are you going." He asked, trying to hide his wince.
She rolled her eyes, "To get you pain meds from the medical box, now put on your Pj's before I get back." She said slipping out and closing the door.
She made her ways down the hall past the bathroom when she remembered that she had created a mess of glass that needed to be cleaned up asap. She went to grab the broom and dust pan from the kitchen but ran into herself carrying them.
"Hay." Lucy said looking at herself.
"Was Flynn able to make you feel better?" The second Lucy asked her.
Lucy tilted her head to the side and raised and eyebrow, "You sent him, didn't you." She asked.
The other Lucy smiled, "I may have told him some of my experiences and pushed him in a direction to make some changes."
Lucy smiled then paused, "Did you tell him what to say?" She asked softly.
The other Lucy shook her head, "All I told him is that starting this night I went down a very dark path…. It was painful, and lonely. So, I made a lot of really bad decisions that I regret now." She shrugged, "I told him that if he had been honest with me from the beginning, a lot of things might be different."
Lucy nodded and looked down at her hands, "In your time, where is Flynn?" she asked softly.
The other Lucy smiled, "Doing another mission, getting things ready for us to get Rufus…. It is going to take a few steps."
"So, he is part of our lives?" Lucy asked herself.
The other Lucy smiled, "Very much so…... even he and Wyatt can be in the same area…... kinda... without wanting to kill each other. Rufus and Flynn are really really close, but don't tell Rufus that when he gets back… he has to figure it out on his own."
Lucy smiled and went to take the broom out of the other Lucy's hands, but she pulled it back, "No I got this… I have already don it once, so I know where all of the glass is… plus I believe you were taking something to Garcia." The other Lucy said.
Lucy smiled and nodded a the her, "Yes I was …. And thank you, for everything." She whispered.
Lucy turned and walked over to the sick bay, digging around until she found the pain killers and stole the entire bottle. Then she walked to the kitchen to get some water. When she was turning to leave to go back to Flynn's room she almost walked straight into Wyatt, her Wyatt…. This times Wyatt. She wasn't sure of what to call him in her mind.
"Hay." She said softly. But he didn't answer her, just looked her with a mixture of hurt and anger. She waited for a few moments but when he still didn't say anything she went to walk around him, but as she passed her grabbed her arm, "Really?" He hissed at her.
She raised her eyebrow at him, "What Wyatt? What? Because the last I checked…. we were nothing. You have a wife…. A very pregnant wife." She said calmly to him.
He turned her to face him, "Flynn…. He is not good enough for you." He hissed. She could see that his pain from the day, from the betrayal of Jess and his exhaustion was all creating a prefect storm of hatred and anger. So, she took a breath, wanting to be calm…. Needing to be calm.
"Wyatt, I am exhausted… it has been a long day and we are going to have more long days to get Rufus back... and he is my number one priority." She said pulling her arm trying to get free, but his gripped tightened.
"I told you that I loved you, Lucy… I told you that I made a mistake." He said anger rolling off of him.
Lucy looked into his face trying to figure out what he wanted from her, when she couldn't find it, she voiced it. "What do you want from me Wyatt?" She asked softly.
Wyatt tried to pull her close, but she resisted which only made him more hurt and angrier. "I want you to wait for me…. Be with me." He said with frown.
Lucy burst out in humorless laughter, "Let me get this straight… you want me to wait for you to figure out if you are going to save your pregnant wife OR dump your pregnant wife?" She bit out.
When Wyatt looked lost she took another deep breath, trying to push the anger down. "Look let me make something clear Wyatt, even if I did love you…. That would have changed after you brought Jess back here. Even if I somehow managed to love you after everything with Jess. The fact that you just asked me to wait for you while you figure out your life…. It would have shattered that love. But the truth is Wyatt, I don't love you. I never have. I might have, if you had never brought Jess here and we went on the path we were on…. But we didn't, and I never fostered that love. Never let it bloom. So, moving forward, I can be your friend, a great friend. That will listen to you, help you, that will be there for you…. But that is it. and you are going to have to decide if that is enough." Lucy said softly.
She watch his hurt change into anger and sighed but yelped when his grip tightened. "Wyatt." She said delicately. "You are hurting me." She said looking at his hand.
She watched as he was processing what he was doing and let go of her like he was being burned. "I am so sorry Lucy." He said his voice catching, covering his face with his hand. "I … there is no excuse."
Lucy nodded and realized that with Flynn she could be angry, she could yell, curse, scream… and he would take it, never touch her in anger and still love her. She realized that she didn't have to tip toe around, didn't have to be carful not to hurt him. Because he would still be there, just like no matter what she would be there for him… they could be real with each other, raw… human and flawed. She didn't have that peace with Wyatt, that feeling of being able to be her true self, full of emotions other then forgiveness and understanding. The realization just made her sad, that she almost gave everything, and she would never be able to be real.
She nodded, "Good night Wyatt, get some sleep ok… we are going to save Rufus." She said with a small smile and walked away.
When she walked back into Flynn's room, she didn't knock, she just walked in like she owned it. When she saw him in the chair, head tipped back on the seat, eyes closed she frowned. He had changed into sweat pants and a sweater, his bare feet sticking out making her smile at how relaxed he looked. But when she looked closer she saw the tension in his shoulders, the pain in his face. How much of that pain was her fault she wondered? Him putting her first. Her needs and wants, at the pain and injury to himself. She shook her head and walked over to kneel in front of him, she put the water down on the desk. She opened the pain reliver bottle, letting a few fall into her hand. "Garcia, wake up for a moment." She whispered to him.
She watched as his eyes fluttered open, "Here." she whispered, putting the pills in his hand. It was a mark of how much he trusted her that he just put them in his mouth and dry swallowed them. "Now you." He murmured with his eyebrow raised.
She looked at him with a smile putting a few pills in her own hand and drinking some of the water.
"Your face and head are going to hurt between your beat down and binge drinking." He said softly, reaching out to brush his fingers next to but not touching her wounds.
She shrugged, "Next time I will fight harder and …" She took a breath, "Come to you if I need to talk, or be angry or sad or happy or anything." She said softly. He grinned at her and closed his eyes again, leaning back, "Oh no you don't." She said grabbing his good arm, "Up you go." She pulled.
"Lucy what at your doing." He said softly.
"You are injured, badly… I am sure it's hurting worse because you took care of me in the past and in the bathroom. So, you are sleeping in the bed." She said pulling him to the bed and pushing back to lay down carefully. But he began to struggle in his sleep and pain and drug induced state, "No the bed is yours." He said.
Lucy snorted at him, "You are not the boss of me… and this is your bed." She said pulling the covers down, so he could lay.
But Flynn was stubborn when he wanted to be, even half conscious. "Lucy." He warned trying to fight her.
Finally, she sighed, "If I get in …. lay with you, will you just go to sleep." She asked softly.
Flynn nodded with eyes closed, "Only if you promise not to leave until I get up."
Lucy snorted, "That is a long time." She said.
Flynn laid back and scooted over, so his injured arm was again the wall and she could curl up next to him, "I know you. If I say until I fall asleep, you will get up in the middle of the night. If I say morning, you will get up at like 4am saying I needed the space… now you are stuck until I get up." He whispered the last part already halfway to sleep.
Lucy rolled her eyes and got up to walkover to the door and lights, "Hay." He called out, eyes opening.
"I am just locking the door and turning the lights out." She said softly.
She heard him shift back down, when she had brought the water and pain pills over to the night stand, she slid in next to him. She carefully laid her head on his chest, pulling the blanket up and over the both of them. She pushed her nose into his chest again and took a deep breath and felt her body start to relax.
"Stop sniffing me." Flynn murmured above her, "It's weird."
She laughed into his chest, "Says the man who is always smelling my hair." She whispered as the exhaustion hit her again in full force, "Besides you smell good." She said eyes closing as she laid her hand on his sternum. He reached up with his injured hand and grasped her hand softly. "You do to. "His voice came out more slurred then awake now.
"Flynn." She whispered.
"Humm." He said.
"I don't love you." She said softly, feeling his body tense under hers. "But I think I am headed that way if you keep doing things like this." She gently kissed his chest and closed her eyes drifting off, "Dangerously close to love." She said as she faded out.
Flynn cupped the hand on his chest with his bad hand and cupped the back of her head with his good hand and pulled her close, so he could take a breath of her hair and kiss her temple.
"Draga Moja, uvijek cu te Voljeti…. bez obzira na sve." He whispered before drifting off after her.
"My darling, I will love you always…...no matter what."