A few moments throughout both seasons from Wyatt's point of view. Moments I'd like to think he truly started to realize his feelings for Lucy that we didn't get to see from his perspective.

Disclaimer: I don't own Timeless. I just love it.

Meeting at Mason Industries

Wyatt collapsed into the chair with a slight groan. Knowing the U.S. Government, there was no telling how long he'd be waiting in this little room. He'd been enjoying an evening at the bar when he was dragged away by a couple of agents in suits. He assumed it was a new assignment. He had the resume to qualify for top secret work. But this was a far more comfortable start compared to his previous classified work.

He heard the door open, but he didn't bother to open his eyes. If he was working tonight, he needed to get rid of the slight buzz. An agent escorted in some nervous-sounding woman, and shut the door behind him.

"Are you asleep?" she whispered loudly.

"No ma'am."

"Is this Connor Mason's company? Do you know why we're here?"

"No idea ma'am."

"You know," she huffed. "We're pretty much the same age, so you can stop calling me ma'am."

He finally cracked open an eye and couldn't help but smirk at her. He was surprised to see the sassy tone came from the woman in front of him. There was a stubborn gleam in her eye, but he could tell she was still nervous. He ignored the feeling that shot through him when their eyes met. She was beautiful, obviously. But he'd sworn off dating after his wife's death. And if she was here, they were working together.

He didn't have time to come up with some smartass remark, because a senior agent walked into the room. Wyatt jumped to his feet out of habit as she introduced the two of them. This woman was a historian? A teacher? What the hell were they about to work on?

"Well we are on the clock so follow me," the woman explained."But hold on to your asses."

Part of Wyatt hoped the next few hours were nothing but an alcohol-fueled dream. Time travel. It had to be bullshit, right? Then he realized this could be an opportunity to get Jess back.

Lincoln's Assassination

Wyatt started at the woman in front of him, his heart breaking for her. This wasn't the bossy professor he'd met a few weeks ago. This was a broken woman, who just watched her hero get shot before her eyes. The blood spattered across her dress was a horrific reminder of what just happened.

"I tried," her voice broke as she looked up at Rufus.

The pilot nodded his understanding, and turned back to prepare for their journey home. Ignored the god awful pain in his side, Wyatt leaned forward to take Lucy's hand, trying to offer her some comfort. He felt oddly protective of her, but he tried to ignore the feeling. He was on this mission for Jessica. He was fighting for Jessica. But when Lucy's tear filled eyes met his, all he wanted to do was pull her in for a hug and protect her from this war.

The Alamo

Gunfire echoed all around Wyatt. He pushed back the images of Syria faded in and out of the scene in front of him. He could hear Lucy calling his name, but the sight of good men dying all around him was too much. He tried to get her to leave. He was being fired anyway, why the hell did it matter if he stayed? She would understand. He could buy them the time so they could be safe.

"The next guy is gonna handle it," he assured her, preparing his pistol for another shot.

"I don't want anybody else!" she cried, grabbing his face and forcing him to meet her eye. "I trust you. You're the one I trust."

He tried to look away, but she pulled his attention back to her. Her words were cutting through the fog and he didn't know why.

"Rufus needs you," she reminded him. "I need you."

He started at her in disbelief. Why? Why him? This woman … he had done nothing to earn her trust. In fact, he'd kind of been an asshole at times. He looked around, wishing like hell he could save all of these men. More images of Syria swam before his eyes, and his friend's voice drifted through his ears.

You're meant to survive.

Wyatt finally looked up at Lucy, trying to understand the cloud of emotions in her eyes. Fear, hurt, concern, trust. He pulled her hand away, and looked back at John.

"Get ready to run," he choked out.

Relief flashed through her eyes, and she gathered her skirts to run.

"Help me with the kid," he passed her his modern gun.

Together they got John on his feet. Wyatt supported his weight, and ordered Lucy to stay by his side and stay low. A few shots came far to close for comfort, but a few moments later they were stumbling into the church.

And just when Wyatt thought he'd reached his emotional limit, Lucy asked him to talk to John. He needed to deliver the letter. Wyatt was familiar with John's story - he was born and raised in Texas, after all. But he knew what he was really asking this kid to do. And it killed him inside. He knew this pain would follow John for the rest of his life.

Once John was safely underground with Lucy and the others, Wyatt jumped into their escape hole and looked up at Jim Bowie.

"Oh no," the man sighed. "Don't ask me to leave. I can't leave my people."

"And I can't leave mine," Wyatt nodded; he turned to leave, but Bowie called out to him.

The hero pulled a knife from his belt, flipped it, and handed the hilt out for Wyatt.

"Cant let them have it now, can it?"

Wyatt accepted the gift with a heavy heart.

"I can promise you that you won't die for nothing here."

Bowie nodded, a final salute to his fellow soldier. With one final look at a legendary Texas, Wyatt navigated his way through the tunnel. Each gunshot that echoed behind him felt like a knife to the heart.

The modern soldier caught up with Lucy, Rufus and the others at the end of the tunnel. John was standing off to the side, staring back at the horizon where the sounds of war could just barely be heard. Wyatt nodded to Lucy, silently asking for a moment alone with John. Somehow, she understood exactly what he meant and went off to help Rufus guide the others.

"John," Wyatt started. "I'm sorry it has to be like this."

The future Mayor didn't glance at him, so Wyatt stepped in front of him to get his attention.

"I promise you - if you can get that letter out, your family's death will be avenged. They will not die in vain."

"How can you possibly know that?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Wyatt replied with a sad smile. "Those women and children need you now. You will protect them, and together you and your family will survive this."

John looked up at Wyatt and nodded his understanding. "Thank you sir."

The young man turned to go help the others.

"Will he be okay?" Wyatt didn't notice Lucy come up beside him.

"You're the historian," he tried to joke, but she wasn't buying it.

"You know what I mean."

"It won't be easy," Wyatt sighed. "He's going to carry that guilt for the rest of his life."

Lucy placed a hand on his shoulder, and without thinking he reached up to rest his hand on hers. She was now the only other person alive who knew what really happened in Syria.

"Ready to go home?" she asked after a moment.

He nodded, ready to face whatever the hell happened next.

An Evening with Bonnie & Clyde

Wyatt was getting seriously irritated. He had specifically said he did not want to put on a charade for these two crooks. And now, he was starting to feel like Clyde wasn't buying it - which was not safe.

Lucy stumbled when Bonnie noticed her engagement ring from what's-his-face in the present, so Wyatt stepped in to fill in the blanks with his proposal to Jessica. Recounting the story hurt like hell, but they needed something honest to convince Clyde. As he wrapped the story, he knew Bonnie was sold. She snuggled into Clyde's chest with a smile, but he still looked unconvinced. Hoping Lucy would just roll with it, he reached over to place a hand on the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss.

The moment their lips met, her hand reached up to brush the stubble on his chin, and something inside Wyatt broke.

He had kissed women since Jessica's death. But he only ever saw the face of his dead wife, the kisses always felt cold and detached.

But this was Lucy. It was Lucy's lips moving against him right now. And holy shit it felt real. It felt right.

Yep. Wyatt was in trouble.

She was the one to pull away a moment later, and Wyatt choked back the instinct to pull her in for another, much more heated kiss. She brushed her fingers along his jawline and he nearly shivered.

Oh shit …

He fought to gain control of his emotions (curiosity, happiness, confusion, guilt) before leaning back to his seat.

"Hot damn," he heard Clyde mumble. "To true love."

Wyatt gave a faint smile and returned the toast. He knocked back his drink in one gulp, and couldn't help but notice Lucy did the same.

Finding Lucy in World War One

Six. Fucking. Weeks.

Six weeks since he'd seen Lucy. Six weeks people had been telling him she's probably dead. Now - Wyatt was back in time, searching an old military camp. And that's when he saw her.

He'd know those dark curls anywhere. She was sneaking into a tent, being only slightly obvious that she was up to something.

"Rufus," he elbowed his friend. "I see her."

"What?" the pilot spun around. "Where?!"

"If I'm not mistaken she just snuck into a weapons tent."

"Our Lucy? Seriously? The woman who can't stand the sight of blood?"

"Yes," he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. He felt oddly proud of her. "Wait here, I'll make sure the tent is clear."

"You get two minutes alone with her Wyatt," Rufus said seriously. "You aren't the only one who's been missing her."

"Deal."

Wyatt snuck off, trying to keep calm. He'd officially given up on trying to hide his feelings for her. Hell, he'd nearly asked her to dinner all those weeks ago before they were interrupted. He pushed through the tent just in time to see her pick up a grenade and turn to leave. He knew right away the tent was empty so he reached out to grab her shoulder …

And immediately had to block a chop to the neck. But she froze the moment their eyes met. The pain of the last month and a half melted away, and Wyatt smiled. She was here. She was alive.

"You're alive," her voice cracked.

"You're alive," he couldn't stop smiling.

She finally seemed to snap back to reality. She laughed, and threw her arms around him in a bone crushing hug. He wrapped his arms around her, breathing in the faint scent of her shampoo. Lucy was safe.

He heard the tent open, and felt Lucy look up.

"You're alive too!" she cried.

Without ever letting go of Wyatt, she pulled Rufus in for a hug. After six weeks of hellish, miserable and heart breaking weeks - Wyatt finally felt happy.