hullo mtv welcome 2 my krib

no but this is my new thing where i post new things (tbh what kind of a writer am i) every once in a while.

they will be small (and sometimes not small) drabbles of random scenes of lucy/wyatt. sometimes it'll be canon and sometimes it'll be au but i'll say it's AU when i post it. (i mean it'll be obvious too at some point but anyways)

ok here we go...

"Jess," he breathed, sinking down on the grass. "I'm sorry I haven't been here in a while. Life's been crazy."

He glanced behind him.

"But it's better now. I'm not depressed or angry anymore. Especially since your killer has been brought to justice." He paused for a few minutes, silent.

"I met someone," he finally said, "she's great. She's smart. The smartest person I ever met, I swear." He smirked, "and I don't wanna sound cheesy because I know you hate that, but she really… saved me." He hesitated, almost uncomfortable. "She was the light that brought me out of the darkness, if I'm being honest with myself."

Staring down at his shoes, his arms hanging over his knees, he said: "I - I want you to meet her. So you know that I'll - I'm ok." He paused again, then looked up at the headstone that read his wife's engraved name.

Looking behind him again, he held his hand out. "Lucy."

She had been standing back as he talked. She knew how important it was for him to have this time alone. But then he called her name, gesturing for her to join him. She took his hand and sat next to him in the grass. She stretched her legs out in front of her, admiring the flowers Wyatt had decided to pick out.

She looked to Wyatt when he started speaking.

"I wanted her to meet you. Well, you know what I mean," he shrugged sheepishly.

She placed her hand on his arm, nodding, "I understand, Wyatt."

Lucy sat next to him, silent and still, as his thoughts kept him occupied.

"Thank you for coming," he told her sincerely, turning to her.

She shook her head, looping her arm around his and leaning her head against his shoulder. "Of course," she whispered.

"It means a lot to me that -you know," he swallowed nervously, "that the woman I loved can know that the woman I love now is taking care of me."

She smiled softly at him, nudging him with her nose. "You take care of me too."

Wyatt looked at her adoringly, so happy to have someone accept and love him for who he was. "Really, Lucy. You changed my life. I never imagined that I'd be chosen to go time traveling, of all things. And after losing Jessica, I didn't think I could ever have hope or love again. And then I met you." She peered up at him from her perch on his shoulder when she noticed his voice began to get emotional. "I just - you make me happy."

Seeing his eyes fill with tears of past pain and regrets touched her so much she almost began to cry herself. Reaching up, she pressed her lips to his temple and his eyes closed in contentment, their arms still entwined. When she pulled away, he wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. She leaned into him and sighed happily as they continued to relax under the slowly setting sun, the slight breeze keeping them cool.

"Hi Jessica," Lucy suddenly whispered to the headstone, making Wyatt look at her curiously. "I'm Lucy."

She took a deep breath. "I just wanted to say, um…thank you." Wyatt furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Thank you?

"Thank you for," Lucy continued and hesitated, not wanting to say the wrong thing, "thank you for loving Wyatt. And for helping shape him into the man he is now." Wyatt felt his heart expand in his chest at her words and he looked at her with all the love he had in his eyes and she returned his gaze. "He is fiercely loyal to the people he loves and he has the kindest heart I've ever had the joy of witnessing."

Wyatt had loved Jessica to the moon and back. He had cherished and appreciated her in a way that only a man in love can do. She was his wife and then she wasn't anymore. She was gone. Now he could let her be a happy memory instead of one that made him ache with regret.

When they got up to leave a few minutes later, brushing the grass off their clothes, Lucy shyly thanked Wyatt for bringing her to meet Jessica.

"It means a lot to me," she said with a small smile of gratitude, "I know how special she was to you."

Wyatt shook his head, swinging their joined hands back and forth as they walked to his car. "You know how much you mean to me?"

Lucy looked down, blushing, and she glanced back up at him, beaming, her eyes shining. Despite their admitted feelings toward each other, Lucy still sometimes doubted Wyatt understood her feelings for him. Since the moment she saw him smirk at her, since they moment they first kissed as an act, since the moment they hugged because he didn't want to say goodbye, since the moment he asked her if he could kiss her ("a real kiss this time" he had said) she had known she loved him with every fiber of her being.

She swung his arm around her shoulder, keeping a tight hold on his hand. "I might have an idea."

stick around for more, my friends. and please, let me know how you feel. it validates my very existence.