This starts off at the very end of Episode 10 - The Capture of Benedict Arnold. So you may be confused if you haven't seen the episode yet. I'm making this LucyxWyatt and LucyxFlynn, you'll see why in a few chapters.
I don't own anything.
Chapter 1
Lucy stood in front of Rittenhouse's young son, trying protect him from Flynn. It was raining lightly and Lucy couldn't tell if she was crying or if it was the rain on her face. She tried her best to plead with Flynn. "You don't have to do this…we all have choices." Flynn didn't answer, so she continued. "We don't know if killing him will make a difference."
Flynn held his gun a little tighter. "Do you really want to take that chance?" he asked. "We are so close to finishing this!"
"Yes, I want to take that chance… He is just a boy, a child!"
Flynn thought for a moment. He thought about his wife and his daughter, and what they would think of him if he did this. But his anger for Rittenhouse took over, and he made his final decision. "Move," Flynn growled at Lucy, motioning his gun to the side.
Lucy fell to her knees. "No, no…you can't do this," she said desperately.
He didn't want to have to shoot her, but he was losing his temper. He motioned his gun to the side again and shouted, "I said move!" She flinched when he yelled, but refused to move. She was not going to allow an innocent boy to die. Flynn grabbed her wrist and forcefully pulled her out of the way. Lucy couldn't fight back, so she turned her head away, knowing what Flynn was going to do next. She started sobbing quietly and waited for the gunshot, but it never came. She looked over, and seen that the boy escaped while they were arguing.
Flynn yelled out his name, "John!" He turned around frantically, trying to find the boy. Flynn yelled louder this time, "Joohhnn!" But he couldn't find him anywhere. Flynn tightened his grip on Lucy's forearm, and started pulling her into the woods. Lucy dug her heels in the ground trying to resist him. "Why are you doing this? Where are you taking me?"
"I thought you knew what was at stake," Flynn barked out. He easily overpowered her and pulled her deeper into the woods. The mothership appeared, and Lucy realized that he was going to kidnap her. She tried to pull away again, but Flynn was too strong. She did the only other thing she could think of, call out for Wyatt. Wyatt and Rufus heard her yelling and shouted back, hoping that her voice could guide them to her. By the time they were close enough to see her, she was already in the mothership with Flynn. Lucy got a glimpse of Wyatt's horrified face before the door closed on her. Flynn shoved her into a seat and forcefully put her seat belt on for her. Within a few seconds, Flynn had his seat belt on and Anthony had them on their way to another time.
Lucy's mind was racing. How much of history did we change? Is Rittenhouse still the same?Will Agent Christopher's family still be alive? Is Amy or Jessica back? Flynn took off his seat belt, and she realized they have already landed. She didn't feel sick like she usually does after time traveling. The newer ship is much nicer than the piece of junk we use she thought. Flynn stood and started putting guns, ammo, and first aid supplies in a bag. Anthony was tinkering around with something on the control panel. They completely ignored the fact that she was there with them, so Lucy decided to speak up. "Someone is going to have to start answering my questions," she announced. They both turned to face her, and Flynn raised an eyebrow at her. "First of all, where are we? Why did you take me with you? And how did Anthony know to pick us up in that exact spot at that exact time?" Flynn held his hand up to signal for her to stop, but she ignored it. "Did you plan for all of this to happen? Did you lie to us just so we would help you?"
"Will you please shut up!" Flynn roared. Lucy fell silent and waited quietly in her seat for Flynn to answer her many questions. He walked over and placed his hands on her armrests. He leaned in close to her and hissed out, "If you would have let me kill the boy, then we wouldn't be in this situation!" Lucy could feel spit hitting her face. "If you would have trusted me, this whole situation would have already been over with." Lucy felt tears come to her eyes, but she held them back, not wanting Flynn to notice.
"How can I trust you? After everything that has happened, how do you expect me to trust you? You threatened to murder George Washington, almost murdered a child, and you kidnapped me!" Flynn stood up and paced for a few moments.
"I know you are a good person," he said much calmer than before, "and I know you want to preserve history…but you must understand that we are on your side." He stopped pacing and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know you are confused right now, but you need to believe in yourself, or I should say, believe in your future self…You know just as much as I do that you are the one who wrote that journal." He leaned on her armrests again. "All you have to do is trust me, and everything will make sense very soon."
Lucy was on the verge of crying. What the hell do I do? Can he be trusted? I know that Wyatt would say no, but it seems that my future self would say yes. "B-b-but Wyatt, and Rufus w-"
"They will understand one you explain it to them…Plus, I still have some information that Wyatt wants."
"You know, you really are a bastard." Lucy felt a tear running down her face. Why does he have to take advantage of us like this, she thought. I might as well go along with this whole charade. If not, he may kill me. She let out a huff of indignation and said, "I don't want to trust you, but I guess I have to…to get out of this alive."
Flynn gave a fake smile, "well there's some spirit." He moved his hands to undo her seat buckles. Lucy felt uncomfortable and didn't know what to do, so she smacked his hands away.
"I can do that myself," she said in a deadpan voice. He stepped back and Lucy thought she seen hurt in his eyes.
"We should get going before the others find us," he said, pretending that nothing had happened. He turned to Anthony, "it will probably take us a couple days to find who we are looking for. I will notify you when we need to be picked up." Anthony nodded in affirmation.
Lucy stood and tried to wipe the dirt of her dress. She asked, "what year is it? Would this dress fit in with the time?"
Anthony pushed a button to open the door for them and said, "it is April 15th, 1790. It has only been ten years, so your dress should fit in good enough."
Lucy was thinking back to her undergrad classes, 1790? What happened in 1790? Nothing was ringing a bell. "Why did you choose 1790?"
Flynn smirked, knowing that she will eventually figure it out. "I'll give you a hint. It has something to do with one of the Founding Fathers, who was also a scientist."
A lightbulb came on in her head. "Benjamin Franklin. He died in 1790, didn't he?"
"He died on April 17th, 1790 to be exact." Flynn said as he grabbed a bag and climbed out of the mothership. Lucy followed with a confused look on her face.
"What does this have to do with Rittenhouse? Ben Franklin wasn't one of them, was he?"
"No, if anything, I think that Rittenhouse hated Benjamin Franklin," Flynn replied. Anthony closed the door after they exited and the mothership disappeared with a gust of wind. Lucy's jaw almost dropped when she realized what Flynn was insinuating.
"Oh my … you think that Rittenhouse killed Ben Franklin? B-b-but I thought he died of issues with his lungs…from pneumonia."
"I will explain later. But if I am right, which I usually am, then our friend John Rittenhouse will be here in Philadelphia…Even if he is not here, I'm sure someone who works for him will be in the area."
The two of them walked through the woods in silence. Lucy kept quiet, trying to work through her own thoughts. John Rittenhouse will probably be in his early to mid-twenties by now. If Flynn is right and Rittenhouse did kill Ben Franklin, then we will know if John continued his father's work or not. If we find his followers trying to kill Franklin, then we know Rittenhouse continued on. But if we don't find anyone from Rittenhouse, and Franklin doesn't die, then we know it's possible that we really did wipe out Rittenhouse for good….
Back in 1780, Wyatt and Rufus were standing dumbstruck in Rittenhouse's woods, staring at an empty space where the Lucy and the mothership just was. Wyatt fell to his knees and staring pounding his fists on the ground, "No! No! We shouldn't have let her out of our sight!"
Rufus tried to console him by patting him on the shoulder, "you know that there is nothing we could have done. It was hectic in there…"
Wyatt suddenly stood up with a determined look on his face. "We need to find her...and we need to do it fast."
Rufus also looked determined. "I'm sure we will find her. All we have to do is go back home to figure out where the mothership went. I'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult to find her from there." They were walking toward a barn with horses when Rufus stopped suddenly, "Wait!" He began searching through his coat pockets frantically, "Wyatt. The recorder!" He pulled it out. "I promised them I would record the entire time without interfering! They will know everything!"
Wyatt swore under his breath. "Shit. So we can't go back because Rittenhouse will kill us, but we need to go back to find Lucy."
Rufus thought for a moment. "Maybe…."
"Maybe what?" Wyatt looked desperate.
"Maybe it's not as hard as it seems… When we get back to the future, I can ask Jiya to track the mothership. We can tell Agent Christopher the bare minimum and I'll try my best to avoid Mason. Everything will be chaotic once everyone realizes that Flynn took Lucy."
Wyatt seemed a little more optimistic. "Alright, yeah, it's worth a shot. I'll try to cause a distraction. Maybe I'll overdramatize an injury or something… As long as we find the mothership, avoid mentioning Rittenhouse, and avoid Mason then we should have no problem getting Lucy back."
The two men saddled up a pair of horses, and took off in the direction of Benedict Arnold's house. About thirty minutes into riding, they seen light in the distance and heard voices. Not knowing if they were on British territory or not, Wyatt whispered to Rufus "We need to get off this path right now." Wyatt jumped down to start guiding the horse. "If they see us, run."
Rufus slid off his horse and whispered, "are those Brits or Americans?"
"I don't know but we need to get off the path."
Wyatt and his horse made it to the bushes, but Rufus tried pulling the reins to guide his horse off the path. It began stomping its hooves and making loud noises in protest." The group of soldiers heard the commotion and started towards them. There were at least twenty men coming at them. Rufus was in shock, but followed Wyatt when he started running off to the left. They ran as fast as they could in the dark, but some of the men were on horses and were able to outrun the pair. The twenty soldiers had them surrounded within a few seconds. Four of the soldiers pulled out shackles to put on their new prisoners.
In the dim light Wyatt recognized the blue coats. He let out a sigh of relief and said, "Hey, we are on your side. This is all a mix-up. We thought you were redcoats."
Rufus chimed in. "Yeah, we were lost and didn't know if we were on British territory or not. We thought you were Brits."
One of the men on the horses jumped off his horse and walked up to them. "I don't care who you are. We can't take any chances with strangers." He turned to his soldiers. "We'll take them back to base and see what General Washington wants to do with them."
Wyatt and Rufus looked at each other, knowing that going back to General Washington will probably lead to their death. Wyatt cursed under his breath again, "Shit, this just keeps getting worse."