Author's Note: I don't own Timeless or its characters. If I did, they'd be having more fun. I make no profit from this story.


Anthony was angry. He hadn't felt that way in a while so the sensation surprised him in its intensity. Flynn had gone too far this time. When Anthony had opened the mother-ship to find Flynn bodily hauling a struggling Lucy, he had been shocked. When Flynn shoved her into the jump seat and held her at gunpoint until she strapped in, shock had turned to anger. As Flynn strapped himself into his seat in preparation of the jump Anthony, in his anger, made a snap decision. He altered the coordinates with his right hand while his left eased under the dash panel, felt for a small depression, flipped open a small compartment, and removed a small command chip. He surreptitiously dropped the sturdy little chip into his boot and finished toggling the various levers and switches needed to guide the ship safely through the jump to its next destination. As they landed he unbuckled and spun around before either Flynn or Lucy had moved.

"Fix it." he stated emphatically. "Get out and fix it now." he pointed to the unopened door.

Flynn glanced over at him quizzically, his gun still trained on Lucy. "I don't know what you're talking about Anthony. Open the door. I've got work to do. I've got a boy to track." he replied with bored disinterest.

"I'm serious. You've changed and not for the better. You never would have done this before." Anthony replied his face getting red.

"Done what?" Flynn asked his voice rising in annoyance. He unfastened his buckles and put his gun away.

"Threatened Lucy. Pulled a gun on Lucy. Kidnapped Lucy!" he replied his voice rising in exasperation.

"She was going to work with us at some point anyhow. You knew that! I just helped it along. She was being stubborn." Flynn said looking at Lucy like a truculent child.

"No, two Lucys ago worked with us! The last Lucy didn't know we existed and then she died at the hands of Rittenhouse before Mason Industries ever hired her. This Lucy thinks you're a crazed mass murderer!" Anthony said standing, stepping forward and poking a now angry Flynn in the shoulder.

"What?" gasped Lucy. "What are you talking about?"

Anthony ignored her and continued looking intently at Flynn. "You know we have no control over how everything changes every time we pick off another member of Rittenhouse or save someone they meant to kill. This time is no different. But I do know this," he paused rubbing a hand through his thinning hair as he sat back down, "You never would have treated her like this before. Get out and make peace. Tell her everything. And I mean everything. Show her the journal. Our side needs her and you need her." he finished his voice low and pleading.

Flynn stood there surprised and obviously displeased. It was rare for Anthony to get angry and even rarer for Anthony to be angry with him. Emotions chased each other across his face; annoyance, regret, sorrow, anger, resignation. Flynn sighed. "Fine."

Anthony turned back to the control panels and finished powering the ship down. He opened the door. They were very obviously not back at their base. Instead of an abandoned church a lush forest stretched out around them, sunlight filtered through the dense foliage. They could hear birds call to one another; a cool breeze wafted in through the open portal.

Flynn looked out the door. "Where are we?" he asked calmly as if the last few minutes of conversation hadn't happened. Anthony shook his head over how mercurial Flynn's emotions had become since the last significant history change. This change in his friend hadn't been one of the positive changes.

"France. Just outside Geneve, in the French Alps. It's the same year so your clothes won't be too out of fashion. You'll just look like the country cousins in town for the day." Anthony replied, finishing the last of the shut-down procedures.

"Why here?" Flynn asked like he already knew the answer. He sat back down in his chair rubbed his hands over his face and looked at Lucy, an unreadable expression on his face.

Anthony turned around and looked at Lucy who had watched the exchange of words like a heated tennis match. "Haven't you always dreamed of seeing Geneve and the lake?"

She tore her eyes off of Flynn and looked at Anthony. "Well yes, but how would you know that and what did you mean by 'two Lucys ago' and the last Lucy?" she asked, her voice tightly reined in but her eyes wild.

"See! The more things change the more they stay the same." he said dryly to Flynn as he cocked his head to Lucy. He turned back to Lucy who was still looking perplexed at them. "Never mind, Flynn will explain everything." he said, his voice kind.

Anthony looked back to Flynn, steel in his eyes. "You have two days. I've got two days of emergency rations and a paperback I've been meaning to read stashed in here. I've ensured that we won't be found by Mason. Or Rittenhouse."

"What? How?" Flynn asked dumbfounded, his green eyes going wide.

"Flynn, Mason may have designed this ship but I built it. I made sure there was a way to disengage the tracking if I ever needed it" he said as he stood up and reached into an overhead. He took out a paperback and tossed it onto the control console. He reached back in and pulled out a small pouch and tossed it to Flynn. It jingled when Flynn caught it one handed. He reached in one last time and drew out a large leather packet that he handed to Flynn slowly. Flynn held it in his hands and looked down at it, his dark hair falling over his forehead, as if he could see its contents.

Anthony sat back down and looked at Lucy, his face weary but earnest, "I know Rufus told you never to trust me and he may be right. I've done horrible things. But listen -" he paused and searched for the right words, "You can trust this. Flynn will always tell you the truth. No matter what. Just listen to everything first before you try and make sense of it all. You need to know the truth before Rittenhouse comes after you again."

Lucy didn't reply, she didn't know what to make of the situation except that she was supposed to get out of the mothership with Flynn. Her hands shook as she unbuckled. She looked up at the hand Flynn offered her. After a moment's hesitation she took it, her hand cold against his, and he helped her to her feet nodding to the open door. She crawled out of the ship and down onto the forest floor. Flynn started to follow her, the package now tucked into his coat pocket.

"Remember, tell her everything. For her sake, and for yours." Anthony said one last time. He picked up the paperback, leaned back in his seat and propped his feet up on the console. "I'll open the door in two days time. Fix it."