A/N: A sequel to Perspective getting Lucy and Wyatt together, alone for a change. With gratitude to Impetus and Thank You.
So exciting to have the pitch in now for Season 2! Go team, go!
Taking another sip from her Rum and Coke, Lucy looked up from her notebook to glance over at the pool table. She saw Jiya trying various different angles with her pool cue, speaking, then gesturing emphatically. Rufus, standing next to Jiya, crossed his arms and furrowed his brow listening to her. Then he sprang over to a chalk board on the wall. He started drawing figures and sketching notation. She couldn't quite hear what they said over the music blaring from the speaker near her, but just seeing them so engrossed made her smile.
Lucy looked back at her notes. Emma had led them across time: Philadelphia 1787, London 1678, Paris 1799, back to Philadelphia in 1789. She was cross-referencing the contacts Emma had made, looking for patterns. Instead of the trail of bodies Flynn had left in his wake, Emma was spending time convincing key individuals of this opinion or that. Convincing Madison to continue to support the bill of rights despite Emma had been harder in some ways than saving Apollo 11.
Feeling blocked and distracted, Lucy watched the pool game. Rufus and Jiya were examining Rufus' drawings. Next to his notations, the score was marked in two columns. Current standings were: J/R-3, W/L-5. Seeing her initial next to Wyatt's gave Lucy an absurdly happy feeling. She tried to get back to the papers in front of her again, but found herself continuing to watch the three of them instead. Wyatt leaned against the wall, waiting with an amused expression on his face. After several more back and forths with Rufus, Jiya finally took the shot.
Lucy hadn't actually played on Wyatt's team since the first night they all came out together. She grimaced now, remembering how distracted and awkward she had been with the pool cue. She was odd man out from the start: Rufus and Jiya discovered a shared passion for the physics of force and motion that pool demonstrated, and Wyatt blamed his skills on the long, boring waits for active missions he'd endured while on deployment. Too many of Lucy's nights in bars during college were spent with a microphone in hand, performing with her band. The fact that she had been strung out from sleeplessness and anxiety just added insult to injury. She had been "relieved of duty," but was still part of the team, pitching in to help buy the first round of drinks on nights after their team lost. It was a relief and gave her time to try to analyze Rittenhouse's new plans. And despite the odds, her team was on a winning streak somehow.
As if just thinking of her recent insomnia made the fatigue creep back, Lucy suddenly gave a huge yawn. Opening her eyes mid-yawn, she saw Wyatt chalk his pool cue and look over at her with concern. He quirked his eyebrows and nodded slightly, questioning wordlessly. Time to head out? She quickly covered her mouth with both hands, gave him an innocent look and shook her head. Wyatt nodded again and bent down to take his shot.
Lucy's mind was much clearer now than it had been when she first learned the truth about her Mother three months ago. Those first six weeks had thrown the team all together, Jiya included. They were stationed at a safe house until Agent Christopher could get some kind of grip on intelligence and know who else Emma and Carol were connected with. The endless sleepover atmosphere in between jumps had helped distract Lucy from the overwhelming reality she now faced. Her Mother was a part of Rittenhouse, actively engaged, maybe even part of the leadership. What did this mean? What about Lucy's life wasn't a lie?
At Wyatt's insistence, they'd consumed a lot of popcorn, watched Weapon of Choice, Dr. No and many more Bond films. Jiya and Rufus were on board. Lucy had a hard time relaxing enough to focus on the films. Watching Weapon of Choice, Wyatt teased her mercilessly about flirting with the real James Bond. Rufus tried to defend Lucy, but got himself boxed into a corner when Jiya wanted to know exactly how sexy and charming he found Mr. Fleming. And then Jiya wanted to hear all the juicy details from Lucy about being hit on by James Bond.
To escape the scrutiny, Lucy did start the popcorn fight, but it was totally Wyatt's fault things escalated. All four of them found themselves chasing about the living room. The security agent on duty was not amused, but it broke the ice well and truly for Lucy. And though it was likely just the luck of the draw—Rufus and Jiya naturally gravitating to the love seat, leaving the couch to Wyatt and Lucy—Lucy selfishly enjoyed the fact that Wyatt sat next to her on the couch through each of the films.
A bit over a month ago, they'd been allowed to get back to their normal lives. There didn't seem to be any immediate threats to them in present day. Just to be safe, Agent Christopher assigned a security detail to each of their homes and families. Lucy was in a quandary with no home to return to. Jiya came to the rescue with the offer of her spare room. The two women had enjoyed rooming together at the Safe House. Lucy accepted this life-line gratefully.
Lost in thought, Lucy looked up in surprise as suddenly Wyatt appeared beside her.
