Hi everyone!

So this is an idea that's been forming in my head ever since the final episode. I have no idea where the writers will take us if the show is renewed so in the meanwhile I tried to imagine what could happen.

I'm concentring more on my other story, Lost, so the updates for this story aren't going to be much frequent, be warned.

Let me know what you think of the beginning!

Chapter 1: Escape

Lucy couldn't believe it.

Her mother, the one person who was supposed to love her unconditionally and the one person she was supposed to trust more than anyone else in the world, she was Rittenhouse. She had told her so calmly about Rittenhouse, just like her father did, like they were just telling her that her parents were teachers or police officers, not top members of a secret fascist-like organization. More than that, Lucy was supposed to be some sort of Rittenhouse royalty?

Everyone in Rittenhouse was supposedly so proud of her. How was it possible? She had spent the last 5 months jumping through time and preserving history both from a damaged revengeful man and a tricky webbed organization that killed whomever crossed their way for nothing? She thought she had it all under control, a last mission to get Amy and then the time machines would have been destroyed, but it all spun out of control.

How come her plan with Ethan had failed? It was well thought and it went without a glitch. But just like every time she had been outsmarted. Rittenhouse's members probably spread like webs everywhere where you wouldn't imagine. Maybe they even knew all along about Ethan being a double agent, but didn't care. Everyone crossing their way was just like rock in their shoes, it slowed them down a little but never once did they need to stop. No matter what people tried, the organization always had the upper hand.

Her mother was proud of her and so was the whole association! Did it mean that from the beginning her mother had planned this? Had forced her to go into history only so she could accomplish the dirty work by eliminating the only threat to their plan?

What did it make her? She was no better than anyone in Rittenhouse. She had followed in the footsteps that had already been chosen for her, never once questioning it, thinking she was living a good life, a life she had chosen, while it was the complete opposite. Her whole life was a lie. Even her mother was part of that lie and she had no one she could count on anymore. She felt like she had been molded into what Rittenhouse wanted her to be. Was it her choice to become an history teacher? Had she ever really been interested in it in the first place or it was just part of a scheme orchestrated by her mother? Was it why she had read her bed stories about Theodore Roosevelt and Winston Churchill? She didn't even know who she was anymore.

Lucy thought about flying away from there. Taking a one-way ticket for some exotic destination, never to return. But she couldn't do this to Wyatt, Rufus and everyone else who had risked everything for her failed plan. It was her idea, the whole ordeal with Rittenhouse, wanting to eliminate them in the present. She should have just listen to Flynn and let him swipe out the leaders once and for all. It might have make her disappear at the same time, but who was she to think she deserved a chance to stay while many others would now vanish under Rittenhouse's control?

She had to alert agent Christopher and think about something to put the lifeboat in a safe place before Rittenhouse would get its grip on the second time machine otherwise they'd become unstoppable.

How could she face everyone a mere hour and a half after she left, persuaded that it was over once and for all, only to warn them about a new and greater upcoming threat?

But she had no other choice, she couldn't let them die at the hand of those monsters she was now a part of. She wouldn't allow it. After everything they had risked for her crazy plan, it was her turn to return the favor. But first she needed to get out of her house, get fresh air, get time to think. There was no way she'd be able to act without clearing her head first.

Lucy looked up from the living room couch she was sitting on to her oblivious mother who was currently cooking them both diner so they could eat while talking about everything they were going to do now that they had total control. She had pretended that she wanted to hear more from her mother, wanting to buy some time in order to think of a way out that wouldn't make her mother too suspicious. It wasn't hard to do. Every member of Rittenhouse was oh so well convinced that what they were doing was good that it didn't take much to convince them she thought the same way, even if the simple idea of being born from such terrible parents horrified her. The last thing she needed was for Rittenhouse to get suspicious and take back control at Mason industries before she had time to warn anyone.

"Hum mom?" she asked trying to not have her voice shake in nervousness.

"Yes honey?" replied Carolynn without looking up at her as she chopped vegetables.

"I'm going to take a shower before diner," Lucy declared.

"Sure, diner's going to be ready in 45 minutes, go ahead," her mother instructed before turning around to put the vegetables in a pot as Lucy let out a shaky sigh of relief before disappearing hurriedly upstairs.

She went to her bedroom first and shoved a couple of things into a small duffel bag, like her locket with Amy's picture, Flynn's journal he had just given her, clothes and other necessities. She then went to the bathroom and locked herself in it before turning on the water of the shower.

She sank down to the floor, back leaning against the door and sighed, tucking her head on her knees that she held with her hands. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and took it out.

Where are you? Are you alright? She read on the screen. Wyatt. She had left an hour ago to see her mother one last time. Just an hour and it would have been time to save Amy. Now saving Amy was out of the picture. They had another madman running around with a time machine that they needed to stop. That was their top priority.

She took out her phone and hesitated briefly before hitting the call button. After only one ring, Wyatt was answering, "Lucy? Where are you? Are you alright? I thought you'd be back by now..."

"I…" she started before her voice caught and she took in a shaky breath. How could she tell him? How could she tell him what was happening? Wyatt was telling her only an hour ago that he was ready to be open to possibilities. Her probably being the possibility he was referring to. And there she was, about to crush all sort of possibilities for her teammate, her friend, the person she trusted the most now. With the news she had to share, all their hopes of getting back to normality would be crushed. It was back to chasing terrorists and risking their lives.

"Lucy? Please say something? Are you alright?" Wyatt repeated his voice now sounding dangerously worried.

"Wyatt…" she choked out, "I'm… I'm okay, I…"

"No, you're not okay Lucy, are you hurt?" he asked.

"I'm, I'm not hurt," she managed to get out.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Home," she said before letting out a cold laugh, "I don't even know if I can call it home anymore," she explained.

"What do you mean?" he inquired.

"I… Can I ask you something?" she pleaded.

"Anything Lucy, anything," he confirmed.

"Could you… could you come and get me?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm leaving now," he said still confused as to what was happening to Lucy.

"Just… don't knock at my house, I'll meet on the corner of the street," she declared, which confused Wyatt even more.

"Okay… I'll meet you there in 15 minutes max," Wyatt confirmed, "Lucy, I… I'm there for you," he said before hanging up.

Lucy smiled. She could always count on him. He had become so important to her. She just hoped that he wouldn't disappear running when he'd learn everything about her and her family.

Now she just had to think of a way to get out without her mother noticing. The last thing she needed was for her mother to realize something and to force her to stay at home. The only idea that came to her mind was kind of… wacky, but it was her only option.

She opened the bathroom window and looked down. There was a small roof under the bathroom window that covered the entry through the side door. It lead to the side of the house, where her mother wouldn't see her from the kitchen. If she could just manage the fall between the roof and the grass, then she'd just have to get as far as she could before her mother realized anything. It was quite a fall, but not worse than many others she had taken on her missions. The wall at Fort Duquesne was much higher than that.

With a deep breath, Lucy threw her bag out the window and two floors down before crawling through the window herself. She tried not to fall, remembering what a fail her last attempt to save Wyatt in Nixon's Washington had been. She made baby steps towards the edge of the roof before letting herself slide slowly down until she was hanging only by her arms. She closed her eyes and let go of the roof, falling on her two feet, but not without a painful twist of her left ankle. Stuffing down a cry of pain, she limped to the corner of the street where Wyatt would be joining her.

Thankfully, Wyatt arrived fast. She recognized his car as he turned the corner opposite to where she was waiting, a little too fast, betraying the worry that inhabited him. He stopped the car next to her and unlocked the doors, before Lucy let herself in.

She sat slowly, wincing as she put weight on her injured foot.

Wyatt was quick to lace their fingers together before he looked at her, concern written all across his face.

"What happened to your feet?" he asked immediately, noticing the wince of pain she had let out.

"I twisted my ankle when I…" she trailed off.

"When what?" he inquired worriedly.

"When I jumped off the roof," she finished, looking down at her lap.

"You what?"

"Can we just go somewhere else before I tell you everything, I…. I don't like to be too close to my house… It's… it's not safe," she declared and Wyatt obliged, keeping his right hand holding Lucy's left tightly, wondering why the hell Lucy had felt that she needed to escape her house by jumping off a roof.

It took him less than 10 minutes to drive to his apartment, he lived pretty close to Lucy's house. He helped Lucy out of the car and to the entry of his apartment building before ordering the elevator. Lucy leaned heavily on him, trying not to put any weight on her swollen ankle.

They made it to his apartment and he installed Lucy comfortably on the couch, her feet prompted onto the coffee table before he retrieved an ice pack from the freezer, wrapped it in a towel and applied it gently to Lucy's ankle, sitting beside her feet on the coffee table, facing Lucy.

"Now tell me how all this happened please," he whispered.

Lucy kept her eyes to the ground, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

"I…" she started before tears filled her eyes and she put her hand on her mouth to stop herself from crying out loud as the adrenaline of running away faded out and the reality crushed her like a ton of bricks falling on her shoulders.

"Lucy what is it? You're worrying me," Wyatt said softly.

"It's not over, all this, Rittenhouse," she said quickly looking everywhere in fear as if she'd see suddenly a member of Rittenhouse breaking down Wyatt's door and coming to get her and force her to take part of the organization.

"What, did you receive threats?" Wyatt inquired, wondering if they had forgotten to arrest someone during their massive operation of the afternoon. He shouldn't have let Lucy go alone. Maybe some loner from Rittenhouse had followed her to her house and had threatened her?

"No," Lucy choked out, not knowing how and not wanting to say aloud that her mother was Rittenhouse, that she herself was Rittenhouse royalty.

"Than what is it Lucy?" he pressed, impatient to know what was happening to help Lucy with it.

"I'm Rittenhouse!" she let out and Wyatt looked at her as if she had grown two heads. That was really what was bothering her? She knew that, he knew that, everyone knew that, it wasn't fresh information.

"We know that Lucy, we arrested your father, but that doesn't make you Rittenhouse," he answered slowly, not grasping what was happening with Lucy all of the sudden.

"No, my mother! She just told me! She says everybody is proud of me! That I'm Rittenhouse royalty! That we're going to change history" Lucy rumbled taking her head in her hands.

"What, Lucy I don't understand, talk slowly please," Wyatt asked, reaching to take Lucy's hands in his.

Lucy took a long shaky breath, "I wanted to see my mother one last time before getting Amy back, because I knew that she'd might get sick if I got my sister back. I thought I could tell her everything since she wouldn't remember it. But then, as I was telling her about time machines and her vanished daughter, she just told me that Rittenhouse would never allow me to steal the lifeboat to make my mother sick just to get some girl back," Lucy finished and looked up at Wyatt who sported a bewildered expression on his face.

"Your mother… is Rittenhouse?" Wyatt stated slowly, not quite registering what it meant.

"Yeah! Apparently I'm some sort of Rittenhouse royalty and everyone is proud of me," Lucy said shamefully, looking down at the floor.

"Lucy, hey," Wyatt said, forcing her to look up, "You never compare yourself to Rittenhouse do you hear me? I've never met a woman like you. What you did in the last five months is simply impressive," he added wanting Lucy to stop thinking such absurdities. If it wasn't for her, god only knows what would have happened.

"But we didn't do anything! They stole the mothership! My mother just told me that one of their secret operative stole it and they're going to right the past… They want me to join, we… we have to do something!" pleaded Lucy.

"Okay we'll take some time to figure a solution," began Wyatt before being cut off by Lucy,

"But we don't have time! The minute my mother will realize that I'm not really in the shower she's gonna call Rittenhouse and they'll know where to find me, where to find us… We have to get out of here!" Lucy said standing up abruptly and cursing as she put weight on her injured ankle.

"Okay, calm down Lucy," ordered Wyatt, offering her support as she lowered herself back on the couch, "Do you have an idea on how to proceed?" he asked calmly.

"We need to hide," she stated, "But not here, they probably no where you live and they probably know that you are the first person I'd call… We have to go somewhere else before we can tell agent Christopher… I can't tell her right now I just need time to think!" Lucy exploded.

"Alright, we'll figure something Lucy. We can go rent a motel room somewhere if that's okay with you?" Wyatt suggested.

Lucy hesitated. Was it okay to put Wyatt through all that? After all, it was her who was part of Rittenhouse. Wyatt could just go back to Pendleton and pretend that nothing ever happened. Rittenhouse would certainly not go after him. He had nothing against them. He was just a soldier following orders. They'd let him carry on with his life. Which he was finally ready to do. He had said it himself.

"I can't put you through that Wyatt..." Lucy sighed, "I'll just rent a motel room myself… If you could just drive me?" she asked and Wyatt scoffed.

"Like hell I'm going to leave you alone now," he protested.

"But Wyatt, you said it yourself. You're ready to be open to possibilities. You're ready to live again. You can't do that if you're still stuck in this mess! Go back to Pendleton, go back to your life… You don't deserve what's happening…"

"For a professor you really can be thick sometimes!" Wyatt said with an amused shake of the head.

"What did you say?" Lucy asked slightly offended. She just wanted what was best for him and he was going around insulting her like that?

"I said that for a professor you can really be thick sometimes, Ma'am," Wyatt repeated, coming to sit next to Lucy who crossed her arms.

"I just want what's best for you! You don't get to insult me in return!" she scoffed.

"I'm not insulting, I'm just trying to tell you that I am ready to be open to possibilities Lucy, but those possibilities, they don't interest me as long as you're not a part of them. I prefer a hundred times to stay with you in a shady motel room for hours than to go back to Pendleton all by myself," he explained softly.

"Really?" Lucy asked as her heart skipped a beat. She had thought about it, earlier when he had said he wasn't ready to say good-bye. She really did. But she thought that after everything she had suddenly dropped on him, that he wasn't interested anymore. That he'd prefer security instead. It was stupid she knew it. She knew Wyatt. If there was something he never did was to give up. She had seen it firsthand with Jessica and how devoted he was to her and to her memory. When Wyatt cared for someone he never let them down. And she knew that Wyatt cared for her and Rufus. Fighting for your life on a regular basis had the tendency to bring people close. But the recent events had made her septic. If her very own mother was capable of such horrible things, how could she be sure that Wyatt would stay by her side? He could have had a change of heart too. It wasn't like she wasn't used to it by now.

"Of course I'll stay with Lucy! I meant what I said, that I am meant to protect you. And I will. I always will," he promised and Lucy felt yet again tears in her eyes. In all this mess, how had she been so lucky to stumble up on someone like Wyatt? Truth be told, she didn't know how she'd mange without him. He had become her rock.

"Thank you," she whispered and he engulfed her in a bear hug.

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes before Wyatt broke them apart, reminding Lucy that they had to leave soon if they didn't want to see Rittenhouse people coming to get Lucy. She had been gone for long now and surely her mother knew that she wasn't really in the shower. It was just a matter of time before she figured where Lucy had gone into hiding. It wasn't sure that they'd go after her, but it wasn't something that both Wyatt and Lucy where ready to risk.

Wyatt packed a few things in a duffel bag while Lucy waited for him on the couch and soon they were ready to leave. He hesitated briefly in front of the couch before lifting Lucy into his arms.

"I can walk you know," Lucy protested even though she knew it was a lie. Her ankle still throbbed painfully even with the ice she had applied on it and the two painkillers Wyatt had given her. She couldn't imagine herself standing on her two feet, but she had her pride.

"Yeah right, humor me," Wyatt muttered and Lucy shrugged, abandoning the already lost battle.

Wyatt guided the both of them to his car, double checking everything to make sure that Rittenhouse hadn't left any surprises before quickly leaving his apartment building parking, taking the first highway he saw to a destination he himself didn't even know. They drove for hours, Lucy drifting in and out of sleep, the painkillers having finally kicked in and made her slightly somnolent.

Finally, the clock reached 11 PM and Wyatt decided to leave the highway and enter a small city, driving to the first suitable motel he could find. Lucy was still sound asleep and he didn't want to wake her up, preferring to go check if there were any rooms available first.

The motel was almost empty so he had no trouble getting a room. After checking in, he got back to his car and opened the passenger car, crouching next to Lucy and unbuckling her before trying to lift her without waking her up.

"Wyatt?" she mumbled half asleep and he chuckled,

"Go back to sleep Luce, I found us a motel room, I'll put you to bed,"

She didn't need any more convincing and felt back into a peaceful sleep, forgetting her worries for the night.