I'm probably going to regret this, and you guys are most definitely going to have to kick my ass to keep me writing this - I'm especially talking to you, my goats - but here have an alternative season 2 multi-chapter fic!

This isn't the original prompt I had for this fic... In fact, I don't think that's going to pop up until at least chapter 3, but this is where I felt it appropriate to start! Enjoy!


Wyatt's phone demanding his attention is the last thing he wants right now. Lucy has his attention - she always has his attention. She's saying something about them having nowhere to go but down. And all Wyatt wants to do is groan, and tell her not to jinx them before they've even begun. But if the words he's currently reading on his phone are any indication, jinx them is exactly what Lucy has just done…

I have the papers. You need to sign them. When can we meet? Jess x

Lucy watches as his skin pales and the smile drops straight off his face. There's no longer any trace of the love previously shining in his eyes. Everything was just beginning to fall into place for them. Finally. And now…

"She's alive." He whispers.

"What?" Lucy frowns and cocks her head him. "Wyatt, who's alive?"

He can't find the words to answer her. How is he supposed to tell the woman he loves that his wife is back from the dead? Instead, he simply hands his phone over to her. He watches as her eyes scan the screen, reading the text. And again, and again. By the looks of things, she's having just as hard of a time believing the words, as he is.

"Jessica." Lucy snaps her head up to look him in the eyes, tears threatening to fall from her own. "We must have done something in 1941. Wyatt, I- I don't-"

Wyatt grabs her around the waist and pulls her into his embrace, bringing his forehead down to rest against hers. "What do I do, Luce? What am I supposed to do?" He takes a deep, shuddering breath. "She's my wife… but you and I, we… I can't lose you."

"You won't. I promise." She brings her hand up to wipe away the lone tear that has escaped his eye, completely ignoring the ones now beginning to fall from her own. "Go see her. Find out what she wants. I can't tell you what to do, what to decide. You have to figure that out for yourself."

Wyatt presses a kiss to her forehead. "I don't deserve you."

"Go, while you can. I'll cover for you here." She reluctantly draws away from him, knowing this could be the last time he'll ever hold her.

"If Rittenhouse jump, you call me." He tightens the grip he has on his phone, before he slips it back into the back pocket of his jeans. He needs her to know he's serious, he will not risk his team being sent on a mission with no one to protect them. Or worse, with Flynn to protect them. "I'm serious, Luce. You guys jump with me, or not at all."

The nodding of her head is all he needs to reassure himself that she'll call him. He drops one last kiss to her lips, savouring the feel of her against him; before he pulls away, nods once, and turns to find a way out of the bunker without attracting any attention.

"Lucy!" Rufus's voice echoes down the hallway. "Check this out!"

She watches Wyatt disappear round the corner, before turning back to see what Rufus had found. "What is it?"

He's holding a tablet when she approaches him, an article loaded on the web browser, but she can't see what the article is about. "Uh, I told Hedy to renew her patent - which she did in 1955 - so that when the Navy uses it in the 1962 blockade of Cuba, Hedy and George still own it."

Lucy smiles at him proudly, he did the right thing. Once upon a time, she would have blown up at him for making such a huge change to history, but after all they've been through, and all she knows is still to come, she can't bring herself to care. Hedy was an incredible woman and she deserved every penny she earned from still owning that patent. She shrugs slightly. "Glad they got the credit."

"Yeah… and about 30 billion dollars to go with it." Rufus reveals, like it's no big deal.

Lucy snatches the tablet from his hands. "30 billion!?" She scans the page quickly, before looking back up at him for confirmation.

"Billion." He nods. "She quit acting, started a tech company. According to wikipedia, Bill Gates aint got nothing on Hedy Lamarr."


Lucy's just grabbing breakfast when the alarm sounds throughout the bunker. Rittenhouse… Damnit, Mother! Carol had always told Lucy as a child how breakfast was the most important meal of the day, and here she was interrupting her morning meal for the 2nd day running. She glares at the freshly buttered slices of… rather burnt toast, before snatching one up and shoving half of it into her mouth, inevitably struggling to chew and swallow without choking. She can only imagine what Wyatt would say right now.

With her mouth full, and a trail of crumbs following her, Lucy makes her way from the kitchenette over to the console. "Where are they?" She struggles out around her poor excuse for breakfast.

Rufus and Jiya look at her like she has 2 heads, while Flynn comes up behind her with a: "You want to say that again in English?"

Lucy turns to glare at him as she struggles to swallow the last of her toast. "I said: Where are they?"

"Uh, Salem, Massachusetts. September 22nd, 1692." Jiya pales as read out the date and location, glancing at Rufus in worry. "Pilgrims?"

"It's the height of the witch trials." Lucy's torn. She'd promised Wyatt she would call him if they jumped, she knows they're going to need him for this jump. Only she can't bring herself to do it. Knowing what he's out there doing… she has to give him more time.

Denise turns to Lucy. "Try Wyatt again. He needs to get his ass back here. Now."

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'll…" The historian utters quietly, hesitantly, before running off down the corridor towards her and Jiya's room. There's no way she can have this conversation in front of everyone without any of them figuring out what's going on.

With her phone pressed tight against her ear, her head raised to the ceiling in frustration, she mutters: "Pick up, pick up, pick up." As she paces back and forth across the room.

Wyatt answers the phone on the last ring. "Luce? You okay?"

"Wyatt." She sighs, releasing a breath she had no idea she'd been holding. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just… How are you? How's… How's Jess?"

He echoes her sigh. How he wishes he'd never left the bunker. Being here, having seen Jessica again, he's never been more sure of what he wants - who he wants - and it's not the woman he's waiting for to finish her shift. It's Lucy. If he's honest with himself, it's been Lucy since she whisper-shouted "are you asleep?" at him across the waiting room at Mason Industries. It's been Lucy since she told him she needed him at the Alamo in 1863. It's been Lucy since he kissed her in 1934 in front of Bonnie and Clyde.

"She's working." He rubs a hand down his face. "I, uh, tracked her to the bar she works at." He takes a breath. "I don't know how to feel about how neutral she was when I walked in…"

"I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation." Lucy screws her eyes shut tight. Talking with the man she loves, about the woman he loves - a woman that isn't her - is the last thing she wants to do, but it's something she needs to do. "Maybe you guys are in a fight or something?"

He chuckles at that. "If we were fighting, I'd know. She always had a fiery temper… She says she has something I need to sign."

That piques her curiosity. "Oh? Did she say what?" Lucy knows what she wants it to be. Divorce papers. It may be selfish on her part, but she prays she's right.

Wyatt shakes his head, before realising Lucy can't see him. "No. I got a motel room." He hates the thought of Lucy thinking about him and Jessica alone in a motel room. "She's going to drop by when she finishes her shift."

"Oh. Okay." Her voice is quiet. He can hear the insecurities.

"Luce… I'm sorry." He doesn't quite know why he's apologising. It's not like he asked for any of this to happen.

She sniffs once, refusing to let the tears starting to form, fall. "No. No, it's okay. You do what you have to do."

"Yeah." He falls silent for a moment. "Did they jump? Is that why you called?"

"Oh! No. No, I just- I was worried about you." Wyatt's sure she isn't telling him the whole truth, something is wrong. "I miss you."

"Luce, please." He stands abruptly. There is no way his team is jumping without him. "Tell me the truth. Rittenhouse jumped, didn't they?"

"I-" She sighs. She hates that he can read her so well, even when he's no where near her. "Yeah, but listen. It sounds like a quick simple mission. Rufus and I will be fine without you,. You need to do this Wyatt. You need to see Jessica."

"I don't care how simple it sounds. You're not jumping without me." He doesn't say good bye before he hangs up the phone.

Lucy sighs, before she reluctantly makes her way back into the common room. She's about to tell them that he's on his way back - he didn't say it, but she knows him, just as well as he knows her - when Denise's phone rings. The agent pulls the phone from her back pocket and glances at the screen. Frowning, she looks at Lucy. "It's Wyatt."


Wyatt curses as he hangs up the phone with Lucy. He wastes no time in finding another contact in his phone: Agent Christopher. Lucy isn't going to be happy with him for doing this, but he doesn't care. She can be as angry at him as she wants. As long as he's the one in that third seat when they jump.

He doesn't give Denise the chance to say a word when she answers her phone. "Do not let them jump without me! Understand?"

She sighs down the phone. He can imagine the irate look on her face in this moment… He doesn't want to imagine the trouble he's going to be in when he returns. "Well, you better hurry up and get back here then."