So, I may have watched 2x04 a few too many (too many?) times. Anyway, I couldn't leave that scene where they exit the lifeboat alone. So here are some late night, one-shot, Garcy ramblings …

Flynn waited until they were out of earshot before he spoke. He looked down at her, as he guided her towards the small room they used for first aid. "Are you alright?"

She looked up at him, studying his face. His features seemed to show a strange mix of concern and annoyance. She glanced at her arm and back to him. "It's just a scratch."

"I'm not talking about your arm." He pushed open the door and stood back to allow her to enter in front of him.

"I know." She said, her back still to him. When she turned around, he was rooting through drawers. He came up with a small red box marked FIRST AID KIT.

Flynn gestured to two chairs along the wall. "Sit."

Lucy sat in one of the chairs. She was too worn out to take issue with the fact that he had basically given her an order.

He moved the other chair so it was facing hers and sat down. He gave her a long look and sighed before he popped open the red plastic kit and pulled out a scissor.

When he leaned forward Lucy jumped back, as much as her chair would allow, her hand still covering her wounded arm.

Flynn raised his hands in a defensive gesture. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Lucy's eyes were wide. "The dress! You can't cut it. It's, it's an antique."

Flynn's head cocked to the side and an amused expression played at the corner of his mouth. "It's already ruined. It's this," He raised the scissor, "or you could take the dress off."

Lucy's expression changed to shock. "Are you insane?"

Once again Flynn flourished the scissors, his eyebrows arching in question.

Lucy sighed and moved her hand away from the already torn fabric.

"Suit yourself." Flynn said, moving closer to her side to get a better angle. "Don't move."

He slid the scissors under the torn fabric and began to cut towards her shoulder. He was careful. He supported her injured arm with his other hand.

When he raised her arm, to get the scissor around better, Lucy sucked in a sharp breath. Flynn stopped his movements, focusing his attention on her face. "Sorry."

Lucy winced and gave her head a small shake. "It's OK, just hurry up."

Quickly Flynn cut and removed the remaining fabric, discarding it on the floor beside him.

Lucy had her eyes closed but the touch of Flynn's fingertips on the bare skin of her arm caused her to focus. She turned her head in his direction and watched him as he studied her wound.

He looked up, and his eyes met hers. Their faces just inches apart. "It's not bad. No stitches."

"Good." It was the only word she could come up with. She was so surprised by his tenderness.

Lucy watched as he expertly, and with minimal pain, cleaned and bandaged her wounded arm. "You've done this before?"

"I worked with the NSA for a long time. Yours is not the first wound I have bandaged. But you do have the softest skin." He glanced up at her, his lip quirking up at the corner in a small smirk.

Lucy answered that with an eye roll. Of course she did, the others he spoke of were most likely burly soldiers.

"All done." Flynn said as he smoothed out the bandage on her arm and leaned back in his chair.

Lucy looked at her freshly patched up arm and then up at Flynn. "Thank you."

Flynn gave her a small nod. He seemed to consider a moment and then he spoke. "Lucy-"

Flynn was interrupted as the door opened and Rufus appeared. "Lucy, Agent Christopher is looking for you. She probably wants to talk about Jessica."

Lucy nodded at him and stood. "I'll be right there."

Rufus exited and Lucy turned back to Flynn. "Thank you, again." She said before she followed Rufus.

"You're welcome." Flynn said to the empty room as he leaned back in his seat and exhaled deeply.