So, this story will probably be three parts and will have spoilers for season two so if you have not watched the episodes yet you have been warned.

Okay so I have been obsessed with Timeless since the first episode and I LOVE Wyatt and Lucy together. They are perfect and I won't even discuss how much I have loved season two until the last five minutes of yesterday's episode. I was NOT happy about that turn of events and really hope my initial suspicion of her working for Rittenhouse is accurate. Thank goodness for Fanfiction where I can read stories that feed my lyatt addiction and let me write the story the way I want it to go ;-) So into the story we go!

So, this starts off with a repeat mainly of Episode two except I added a few things to fit into the rest of the story that I have planned. Plus, I wanted to explore more of Lucy's claustrophobia with the idea of her being trapped in a car since that is how her trauma began with her accident. Not to mention the compelling idea of exactly what her mother was capable of while she was under Rittenhouse captivity. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing obviously.

Wyatt sat at the edge of the bunker after a very restless sleep, he kept jerking himself awake to check his surrounding before lightly dozing back off. He shook his head trying to collect his thoughts. Their latest time travel expedition had been one giant mess of confusion with his favorite Nascar driver really being a Rittenhouse sleeper. Not to mention the weird trauma of having to kill one of his childhood icons because it turned out that his memories were all false and Ryan was really from his time period… which was really screwing with his brain. Who knew what was real anymore with Rittenhouse changing things like a damn game of risk.

Wyatt groaned before looking at his watch wondering what time it was, it was getting more difficult to keep track of things with all the time traveling and living in an underground bunker with no concept of days or the outside world. Plus, the strain of the last few weeks and the back and forth he currently felt for his feelings for Lucy.

It was getting harder and harder to ignore his reaction to the bossy-know-it-all historian. Especially during those hellish six weeks of not knowing where she was or what Rittenhouse was doing to her, which he still intended to find out if he could ever get Lucy alone without being interrupted by his fellow teammates who had the worst concept of timing. Although he admitted ruefully they had been home (if you could call the bunker home) for about two weeks now and he couldn't deny that he had been actively avoiding Lucy.

He knew it was wrong and she was puzzled by his hasty retreats whenever she entered the same room or his quick one-word answers but he couldn't help it, not since their odd ride in Wendell Scott's trunk.

FLASHBACK

Wyatt could tell Lucy was struggling, he saw her eyes darting frantically back and forth and the muscles clenching in her legs from holding in her tension.

"You two all right back there?" Wendell's voice called from the front.

Wyatt couldn't help but laugh slightly as he took in their surroundings, "Yeah, we're fine. Right?" He asked Lucy gently.

"So far so good," She squeaked back.

"Luce, breathe," He told her with a laugh, "you're about to pass out."

She nodded trying to regulate her breathing, she looked over at him bashfully, "Sorry I'm so- "

"Wildly claustrophobic?"

She glared at him for a minute, his insides fluttering slightly as he tried not to laugh. Her nose was scrunched up and her brown eyes twinkled slightly in annoyance, "not helping," Lucy reprimanded.

"Sorry," He whispered laying his hand on her arm, frowning slightly more when he realized how hard she was trying but her whole body was shaking in fear. "Seriously, Lucy it's okay. I promise." He whispered softly down to her, "relax,"

Lucy shook her head, "I'm trying but- "She gestured wildly, "why did it have to be a car?"

Wyatt could see her lip tremble as she tried to reign in her emotions, he closed his eyes feeling like an ass, of course, it wasn't just being in enclosed space, which would have been difficult enough for her but being trapped in a car was basically torture for Lucy. Wyatt could practically see the memory of her sinking car running through her brain. Before he could move or holler for Wendell to pull over so he could get her out and think of a new plan, they hit a hard bump in the road causing Lucy to groan.

"Here, hold on to me." Wyatt instructed tucking her body securely into his, wrapping his arms tightly around her to cushion her back and he used his chest to pin her down a little more so she couldn't bounce all over the trunk, "I can ask him to pull over," He mumbled into her hair, "We can sneak in a different way."

"No, it's okay," Lucy replied, "we have to stop them and this is the best way to get in undetected. I will be fine once we are there."

Wyatt nodded running his hand up and down her back, inwardly cursing every time he felt her take a shaky breath. He hated what Rittenhouse was doing to her and knew that if Carol Preston had any self-preservation, she would not dare to cross his path again. Next time he would be shooting to kill.

"Is all that stuff about your dad true?" Lucy quietly asked interrupting his murderous thoughts.
At his little smile, her eyes turned soft with sympathy, "I'm sorry Wyatt. I don't know how you do that, call him a bastard one minute and laugh the next."
"Probably because I drove his car into a lake," He answered feeling better with her low chuckle and slight relaxing of her muscles, "I sort of just let it go after that…"

"You're lucky you never admired him."

"Of course, I admired him, he was my dad. For the longest time, I thought every terrible thing he did was my fault."

"Thank god for your Grandpa Sherman," Lucy whispered softly. Wyatt gazed down at her feeling his chest tighten, amazed she picked up on how much his Grandpa had saved his life, "yeah," He mumbled.

He saw her eyes sink back into their surroundings with a new bump and he desperately tried to distract her, "What about you? Who was your hero?"

Her eyes flicked up wearily, "I revered my mother. I thought she was superwoman. Come to find out she's just terrible."

Wyatt couldn't imagine that kind of pain, to have the person you idolize wanting to make them proud only to realize they were a lie. Wyatt knew that it would kill him if his Grandpa had turned on him the way Lucy's mom had. He tightened his grip on her wishing he could just whisk her away from all of this, to force Agent Christopher to find a new team to handle Emma and Dr. Preston but even as he thought about it, Wyatt knew it would be futile to even suggest it. Despite her pain, Lucy had to see this to end, her entire future and the fate of Amy relied on stopping Rittenhouse. So, he settled for telling her that maybe this was a good thing, that now she could officially move on.

Lucy nodded but before she could reply Wyatt held up his hand signally to be quiet. The car had stopped and he could hear Wendell arguing with the guard. As their voices grew closer, Wyatt realized they were insisting on checking the trunk. He quietly tucked Lucy closer into his side and moved slightly over her so he could cover her if this turned ugly. As the trunk opened, Wyatt barely breathed and he could feel every muscle in Lucy's body quiver. Despite the stress of the moment, he was still aware of the softness of her curves nestled up against him and the smell of her perfume encircling him.

However, he refused to relax until he heard the trunk close and Wendell's smug reply to Rufus. Then the car lurched and because of his new position Wyatt went forward and landed on-top of Lucy, causing her to let out a soft oof as his weight fell on her.

He couldn't help but laugh at the tension of the ride spilling over, "You all right? I wasn't expecting that."

Lucy just laughed and suddenly he was aware of their position, her chest was pushed up against his and Wyatt could feel the softness of her breast against him, while his hips sank deliciously down on her. Lucy lifted her hand to his cheek, feeling her fingers stroke his bristles gently. All coherent thought fled his brain and his gaze fell to her lips wondering if they were as soft as he remembered from that fleeting moment in Arkansas. Lucy raised her head slightly and Wyatt was about two seconds from sinking completely down into her when the glare of sunlight interrupted him. Wyatt looked up with an embarrassed smirk as Rufus rolled his eyes dramatically while Wendell made the quip about not meaning to interrupt.

"Nope, Nope we're good," Lucy said with a false cheerfulness.

"Whatever," Rufus mumbled leaning down to help Wyatt out of the trunk, "You sure you're okay Lucy?" The pilot asked gently knowing her fear of small spaces.

Lucy nodded but Wyatt noticed her movements were jerky as she basically fell out of the trunk in her haste. He reached out to grab her but before he could move, Lucy turned and violently retched into the grass. Wyatt exchanged a startled look with Rufus before he swiftly went to her side. "Lucy," he murmured as he stroked her back but she didn't seem to hear him. Her body was heaving and Wyatt noticed how waxy her skin looked.

"Uhh is she all right?" Wendell asked confused.

"Yeah, just a little carsick," Wyatt replied not wanting to expose Lucy's fear, "happens all the time."

"I guess I'm grateful she held it in until we arrived," The racer declared happily, "would hate to have clean that up."

Wyatt sent a tight smile over his shoulder but kept his gaze focused on Lucy who seemed to be recovering slightly, "Rufus why don't you go find a place where we can discreetly keep an eye on things, we will be right there."
"Wyatt are you sure, she doesn't look so good," Rufus asked in a low voice.

"I'm fine." Lucy weakly replied overhearing the tense conversation, "I just need a minute."
Rufus looked over at him and Wyatt nodded assuredly, "I got this."

As Wendell and Rufus scurried away, Wyatt crouched down on his haunches, "I'm sorry Lucy. I should have known that being in the trunk would mess with you. We should have thought of a different way."
She shook her head, "there was no other way. I'm sorry about that..." Lucy trailed off embarrassed, "I thought I had it under control why I was distracted," A faint blush appeared on her cheeks and Wyatt smirked slightly, "but then when we were free, all my anxiety came roaring back. I have always had a weak stomach once I get upset, never have to worry about me eating my feelings." She tried to crack a joke to break the tension.

Wyatt relaxed slightly noticing her color coming back a little but he still felt guilty about how badly this had shaken her up, "Still isn't right." He mumbled guiltily.

Lucy reached out wrapping her arms around his waist in unusual intimate gesture, "I'm fine Wyatt. Really. It was just too much too soon is all after all the other times she- "She stopped abruptly with her eyes widening in alarm.

Wyatt frowned tightening his grip on her waist noticing she was about to flee, "After all the other what, Luce?"

"Nothing. Just the stress of the day." Lucy said nervously but he could tell she was lying, there was more to that statement.

"Nu-uh, what were you really going to say?" He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "what did your mom- "
Lucy interrupted him quickly as tears welled up in her eyes, "Please Wyatt, just forget it. Don't ask me okay?"
Wyatt could feel his heart speed up and his mouth going dry. He could tell by her sleepless nights that her time with Rittenhouse hadn't exactly been pleasant but a slow dread was seeping through his veins. "Shit, Lucy," He moved to grab her but she slipped away from him, "we should go. Who knows what Emma and Ryan have planned," She told him firmly, her tone firmly shutting the door on his questions.

"You guys better come look at this," Rufus called frantically from Wendell's tent, "we are in trouble."
Lucy bolted off and Wyatt took a deep breath trying to get control over emotions. The soldier in him knew he needed to get his head in the game and not get distracted before this all blew up in their faces but the Texas protective part of him wanted to punch everyone who was involved in Lucy's kidnapping.

Wyatt ran his hands over his face, one thing at the time he reminded himself, stop the sleeper agent from taking over the car companies of America today, go on a killing rampage of everyone who hurt Lucy tomorrow. With that mantra running through his head, he moved towards the tent.

Present:

Now they were two weeks back from the mildly successful trip and Wyatt still felt unbalanced. The instinct to handcuff Lucy to his side was strong and that unnerved him. He was naturally protective but this was different. This was rage mixed in and the desire to just wipe out anything that would cause her harm. He had not felt this way since Jess. And there was the problem, Wyatt admitted, he felt guilty over his feelings for Lucy. He felt like he was cheating on Jess although he knew that was insane since Jess had been gone for almost four years but it was still there. That gnawing feeling that he was somehow harming her memory by admitting he was attracted to their historian. Wyatt knew he wasn't being fair to Lucy by shutting her out and he knew for his own peace of mind, he needed to force her to reveal exactly what happened while she was in Rittenhouse control. But he still couldn't make himself to move off his cot. Wyatt shook his head, he just needed some space that's all. Everything had been so stressful and crazy with no downtime the past three months. It would do both Lucy and him some good just to take a step back from each other for a while.

Just then he heard his door slam open and Wyatt shot up, his hand instinctively flying to his gun before he realized it was just Rufus who was staring at him furiously. "What the hell, Rufus?" He snapped, "That's a good way to get shot!"

"Been there, done that." Rufus replied dryly before shutting the door firmly behind him, "We need to talk."
"Look, Rufus, I really don't want to talk right now."

"Yeah well, I wasn't really asking," Rufus said with an uncharacteristic firmness, "This time I have something to say and for once you are going to listen.