Hello I am back with another new fic! I have fallen in love with Timeless and this little idea came into my head and never left. I don't exaclty have a plan for it, but if you have read any of my other stuff it probably will end up along those lines. Please let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions!
Disclaimer: I do not own Timeless or these characters.
With the way her life had been for over a year now she should have known that nothing was simple, not even one perfect night. Of course everything fell to pieces shortly after they got home, but not even that was the real kicker in all things that had gone wrong in her life since that night she got the call.
All she wanted to do was move on from that night and remember it as the beautiful dream that it was. Something to make those lonely nights a little bit easier when she knew he was only a few rooms away with his wife.
Fate, if that's even what you could call it, seemed to have other plans. She knew she should have gotten a new prescription for her birth control, but it wasn't like she was in a relationship at the time or had any plans to have sex. When it ran out she figured she would have some time before needing to suck it up and find a way to get more, but her period hadn't shown up and she figured the longer she could wait the better.
That was until that one night in 1941. It hadn't crossed either of their minds, they were too in the moment and did not want to risk someone walking in on them to even question or think about protection. It was only a one night event after all, but apparently that's all that they needed.
When her period continued not to come it didn't bother her. She had been on birth control for years and had heard stories of how long it could take a body to go back to normal function. Plus with the added stress of her job it made sense, plus made her life easier, when it continued not to show.
It was other symptoms that led her down that path of wonder. Most of them she quickly wrote off as consequences of her job like fatigue and soreness, but the constant state of feeling like she was about to throw up was the one that made her most worried. She had gotten used to time travel at this point and she didn't feel the jolt in her stomach as much when they landed, but one day it came back and never went away.
It was hard hiding it from the team, especially when they lived in such tight quarters, but she somehow managed to sneak away in the bunker or field after they would land before anyone noticed how sick she was.
She had to keep up appearances as well since she didn't want anyone to suspect something was wrong. She continued to have her nightcap on the couch; only the bottle everyone thought was filled with alcohol was actually filled with water. She might not have known the answer, but she didn't want to risk anything especially with her luck.
It was getting harder to keep her secret. Not that she was showing yet, thankfully she still had a while before that, but she needed to share her situation with someone before she burst. It was hard to figure out who to tell though. The reason for her predicament was the obvious answer, but she didn't want to bother him and ruin his happy marriage. While she loved her two other friends, she knew they couldn't keep a secret from one another and did not want sympathy looks from them.
Her options were slim in the present, which is why when the opportunity in the past came up she took it. She felt bad telling the younger version of her boss about her predicament, especially after over loading her with information, but she was the only one who would understand and help her when she got home.
Right as they were saying goodbye and when her best friend was out of earshot she pulled the younger version in extra close and whispered into her ear "I think I'm pregnant."
When she pulled away she saw the worry in the other woman's face and felt guilty about throwing this at her, but she took the news in stride as the information sunk in and the potential mother knew she had made the right decision in who to confide in.
The team arrived back to the present with the usual excitement after a successful mission. Her boss and friend pulled the girls into a group hug happy and grateful for saving her life and family.
When the other member of the trio walked away the older woman pulled her in close, similar to what she had done 30 years ago, and whispered into her ear "the test is waiting for you."
She pulled away from the hug and nodded her head understanding and thankful that the older woman had planned for her. The fear really set in now. Before when it was hypothetical she could push the emotions down and pretend that nothing was happening, but now that the answer was here she was terrified.
"I'll be here for you no matter what the results are." Her friend said trying to comfort her.
"Thank you."
"Now go take it before you chicken out. Just think of it like ripping off a Band-Aid."
"Ripping off a Band-Aid got it." She repeated, but had no signs of moving.
Her friend gave her a gentle push in the direction of the bathroom and she finally started to move. She walked slowly, but with a purpose just in case someone saw her. She still didn't want to alert anyone when the answer she had been waiting for was so close at hand. There was still a chance the test would come back negative and it was all just stress or a weird case of the flu.
She found the box underneath her toiletries and quickly changed and snuck it into the pocket of an oversized sweatshirt. She walked in the direction of the bathroom checking over her shoulder to make sure no one was following her. The test burned a hole in her pocket and weighed her down making the short walk feel extra long.
Once she was safely inside and the door lock did she pull out the box and finally got a good look at it. It seemed almost anticlimactic that this little stick would give her the answer, that this little stick would tell her the fate of her future.
She read the instructions multiple times, even though it was pretty self explanatory. She just needed something concrete to hold onto and give her a little sense of control. Directions she could follow, the rest she wasn't so sure of.
Waiting was hardest part, which she found funny because waiting was what she had been doing since the moment the idea popped into her head. But these three minutes felt so much longer than all those weeks of wondering.
The timer on her phone went off and she took a big inhale before looking at the white stick. In big black bold letters read pregnant and she instantly dropped the test. She knew that was going to be the answer, but she still hoped it wasn't true.
All the emotions that she had tried to keep in since the day she got the phone call finally came out. She curled up into a ball on the dirty floor of the bathroom and cried, the positive test right beside her. She didn't know what she was going to do. How was she supposed to raise a child when she spent half her time in the past with a father who was married to another woman?
Pounding was what woke her from her stupor and she paused out of fear of being caught.
"Lucy!" Called the woman on the other side of the door. "It's Denise please let me in."
She pushed herself off the floor glad that it was the one person who knew her secret and not another member of the team. As she unlocked the door she tried to have a brave face, but as soon as she saw the woman who had become like a mother to her, she completely lost it. She flung herself into her arms and cried even harder than before.
The older woman didn't ask any questions, she knew what the test said from the reaction, and quietly pulled them both into the bathroom and relocked the door. Together they sunk back down to the floor where she continued to hold her close and let her cry.
When the tears finally stopped she asked the burning question, "it's Wyatt's isn't it?"
She nodded her head in agreement, there was no use hiding who the father was at this point.
"When?"
"1941, when we went to save Citizen Kane. We were going to keep it a secret till the right moment since we're technically coworkers, but then Jessica came back and...and..."
The tears threatened to start again, but the older woman quickly shushed her not need anymore of an explication.
"What am I going to do?"
"I'll find a way to sneak you out and take you to a doctor to make sure everything is fine, especially after all your little travels."
Another fear struck her, she hadn't questioned what all their time travel meant on the baby. She prayed that nothing was wrong; she could never forgive herself if there was.
"But what am I going to do after that?" She asked again.
"I don't know, but I promise we'll figure out it." She paused before continuing, "but you should really tell Wyatt."
"I can't." She quickly said.
"Why not? He's the father, he deserves to know."
She quickly shot up, "I can't tell him! Not after I told him to stay with Jessica and I know how happy he is now that she is alive. I don't want to be that girl who ruins a marriage because of one night. I can't be that girl! I can't!"
The older woman quickly pulled her back in before a full panic attack struck. "It's okay, you don't have to do it now, but you're going to have to tell him eventually. You're going to begin to show and it will be harder to keep it a secret."
"I know." She whispered.
After a few minutes of silence she sat up again and looked at her friend, "aren't you supposed to be at family night?"
"My family can wait a little bit longer, I saw the way you walked in here and knew you needed me more."
"Thank you." She said truly meaning it.
"It was the least I could do after you saved my family." She smiled and then continued, "you are going to make an excellent mother Lucy. No matter what comes from this, know that will always be true."
She gave a small smile, the simple words were exactly what she needed to hear. There was so much still unknown, but she took comfort in knowing that her friend believed in her.