Me. Dealing with my sadness at the cancelation/no wrap up movie/no more Garcy moments.


She pried her eyes open, staring at the ceiling, like she had every morning for the last year. A year. She couldn't believe it had been a year since that last moment, when some strange man had changed her life. Again.

The pounding in her head was what woke her up. She groaned, rolling over, pressing her hands into her eyes, willing the pounding to just please stop.

"Not to worry. The headache will be gone in about an hour." She gasped, opening her eyes and looking in the direction of the voice. The strange voice she had never heard before. He sat across the room from her in a chair. She quickly looked around – this sterile, non-descript, hospital looking room.

"Who are you?" she basically screamed at him.

"No one you have to worry about, Ms. Preston. We won't be seeing each other again after today."

She pushed herself up to sitting, running her hands through her hair. No windows in this room. Not even in the door. The only other thing besides her and him in this room was the IV in her arm.

"What is that?" she asked, pointing at the bag of clear liquid hanging above her.

"The cause of your headache."

Suddenly the panic of the location of the rest of the team hit her like a Mack truck.

"Where is everyone?" She felt the panic start to bubble up in her stomach. If she was here…

The strange man waved at her. "I would imagine waking up like you are right about now. But before you get any ideas in your head, they aren't here. Every one of you have been separated."

Separated. No Wyatt or Jiya or… Flynn…

"Why?" she breathed out.

"Because of what you all have spent the last two years doing. Same for those Rittenhouse people. The power you all wield with knowledge and time travel is dangerous. You all had to be stopped. So we did."

She just stared as he pushed himself out of his chair. "Ms. Preston, please understand. We know your team did good. You saved parts of our history. But I can't help wonder what is different too because of what you all did. What parts of history you did change just by being there. We couldn't let that continue."

"Who is we?"

"That's not important. And it's classified. You don't have that clearance."

"If you think that we…"

He held up his hand. "I absolutely do think, Ms. Preston. And let me tell you why. Because right now, you all get to be free. Live the lives that… well, that we set up for you all. Consider this witness protection, but like the really good kind. The kind where we will be monitoring you and you will never know it. Names and locations have changed. Except yours of course. We need to keep Lucy Preston, the last living heir to Rittenhouse, as is. Just in case anyone gets any ideas. We have that card in our back pocket. I'm telling you just like my counterparts are telling your friends right about now too. So they all know." The look on his face led her to believe that yes, they were all being told but that it was being stressed to one team member more than the others.

"You stay in your lane, you stay free. You don't? Well, I don't think it would take much to label you and your band of merry time travelers terrorists. Especially one Garcia Flynn, considering in some circles, he's still the number one suspect in the death of his wife and daughter."

She felt like she could throw up. "He didn't…"

The guy just shrugged. "Oh. I know. But that doesn't mean we won't burn him in an instant to keep you behaving." She had no response. This guy was so cold and to the point that she had no other option than to believe what he was telling her.

"I want to get out of here."

He nodded and she watched him press a small button he had been holding in his hand. She felt the warmth of the drugs flow out of the medicine bag and thru the IV into her blood. "Yes, Ms. Preston, we can make that happen. Very soon." Before she could respond, she fell back against the bed, closing her eyes once more.

When she woke up, she was here, in this apartment. Instructions on where she was expected and who was expecting her and that was it. She kept to herself, staying guarded. She felt like she didn't have a choice. They had a whole back story about a research sabbatical for the two years she had been out of teaching. So, she pushed into this life she had been dropped in to. No sister. No mother. No team. A few acquaintances throughout the department and some nosy neighbors that she was able to keep at an arms' length. But her loneliness was growing and her memories seemed to be starting to fade. She rolled herself out of bed, walking into the bathroom. She stared at her reflection as she brushed her teeth.

That last night they were all together. Rufus had FINALLY been discharged by the medical team. Coming back to a timeline where he no longer existed had effects they hadn't known about or planned on. There had been some touch and go moments with him, but he was finally on the other side. Denise had thrown caution to the wind and taken them out to celebrate at some dive Mexican restaurant not too far from the bunker. They knew they were getting ready to leave it behind, but it was still nice to be out. They all ate and drank and took a moment to just relax together. She found herself sticking close to Flynn. Sitting next to him as they ate. Sharing margaritas with him. Even letting him pull her up to dance to the mariachi band as the evening was drawing to a close. She pressed herself next to him in the car as they rode back to the bunker. She thought maybe what she was feeling was a mixture of wishful thinking on her part and the effects of the alcohol until he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and started running his fingers through her hair.

Even as they walked back to the bunker from the car, he kept his arm around her shoulders and she relished in the warmth of him. They slowed up, falling behind the rest of the group and he stopped her before they walked back inside.

She turned and smiled up at him. "I had fun tonight."

"Me too. My toes are barely complaining."

"Twice. I step on your feet twice while dancing and I will never hear the end of it!"

He shrugged. "You probably won't." She laughed and grabbed his hand, squeezing it. He looked over her into the bunker.

"I'm not going to miss this place."

"Me neither" she replied. Then she remembered that night in his bunk, when they talked and drank. It felt like he was too with the way he was looking at her.

He shrugged. "So maybe it wasn't all bad." She nodded slightly, swaying into him. He caught her, his hand resting on her hip, pulling her in just a bit closer. "Lucy" he whispered. She yanked on his hand, pulling him down till their lips met. There was no rush, no stress. Just a light, sweet kiss with a promise of more.

He pulled back, squeezing her hip. "Tomorrow is moving day. We need to get some sleep. But once we are settled…" he trailed off, his eyes darkening for a second. She knew.

"Absolutely" she replied.

She sighed, splashing water on her face. There was no after. She went to bed, a smile on her face and a hope of the next day and the day after with Flynn. But when she woke up, it was in that room with that man. And it had been a year. A year where she woke up every morning thinking about him. She shook her head, walking back to get dressed for the day. Something had to give. She wasn't sure what or when, but she had this pull in the pit of her stomach that she needed to get back to him… to all of them. Soon.