A/N: You're getting 2 for one with this post. The first is super short and that didn't seem enough to post alone.

Happy reading!

Angellwings

Up In Smoke

First Attempt at a Scene

Explanation: This was my first pass at Lucy and Wyatt's talk after they're reunited. I didn't get that far into it before I axed it. Initially I had this idea that I wanted them to fight and I kept trying to steer them that way. They were refusing to cooperate so I deleted it and tried a different angle that I still think was better.

He thought he was making progress. He thought he could show her how much he needed her, but her hand that had been slowly traveling up his chest stopped and on his shoulder and pushed. Pushed away. Away from his touch and away from his out of control emotions. Just...away from him.

"Wyatt." Her tone was sorrowful. Her anger now replaced by sadness. "You can't just touch me and expect the wounds to close."

"Can't I?" He asked as he studied her still closed eyes. "You're saying that if I were to worship every inch of you, every bit of your body, right now that wouldn't go a long way toward assuring you of how I feel? Or, more accurately, how I don't - can't - feel without you?"

Sun, Sun, Sun (Here It Comes)

Alternate Scene

Explanation: Before I decided on the video confessional ending to the Liv fic I tried many things. A playlist left behind with a song for each character was one attempt that I couldn't make work and this one was another. I tried it in an attempt to squeeze in one extra moment with Lucy, but in the end it was too clunky and I couldn't find my way to an ending that felt complete so I scrapped it. The ladies in the Angst Brigade helped me decide on the video angle in the end and that was for the best, but I do genuinely love Lucy and Liv in this scene.

Before coming to the bunker that day, Liv found something in her apartment that she thought she'd lost. When you moved as much as she did things tended to fall through the cracks. She thought the black leather bound journal currently tucked under her arm was one of those things. She couldn't understand why she felt the need to bring it with her. Not then, but she did now. She knew.

Rufus, Lucy, and Wyatt were preparing the Lifeboat and themselves for a trip in time and when they came back, she'd be gone. It wasn't death, exactly, but it was close. She should be scared or sad or angry...something, but she wasn't. Her life had never been that great. It had been lonely and full of bad luck. It was not a life she would wish on anyone else.

Not even herself. How many times had she wished for a fresh start? Her thoughts drifted back to the journal because only the journal knew the answer to that question. Documented inside it was every time she'd wished to start over.

There was a two year old little girl on a front stoop in 1981 who hadn't had the chance to break any laws or have anyone break her heart. If she could save her any of the pain written in her journal then she would willingly fade away. How many people could say they had a real chance to rewrite their own story?

She was lucky.

She found a quiet corner and turned to the last page. Her last entry had been the day before she'd started her job at Homeland Security. The day before she met them. They deserved to be a part of this journal. They gave her a home after forty years of rambling. They needed to know that. They needed to know everything she couldn't say.

So, she wrote.

Each new page was addressed to another member of the team. She started with Mason and finished with Wyatt. Seven new entries in total. Seven confessions from her soul.

She closed the journal and made her way to the silo and when she arrived at the Lifeboat she found Lucy sitting on the steps.

"Hey," Lucy said softly. Liv could see the sadness in her eyes and knew she was already mourning, probably considering Liv another loss to time travel like her sister or any number of historical events.

"Hey," Liv replied. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything," Lucy replied immediately.

"Can you put this on the Lifeboat for me?" Liv asked as she held out the black leatherbound journal.

Lucy looked at the journal as if it might bite her and then furrowed her brow. "Is this a joke? Did Flynn put you up to this?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Liv said with a furrowed brow. "This is my journal. From before I met any of you. Why? Does Flynn have a journal?"

Lucy sighed in relief and then shook her head. "No, sorry. Just - it's a thing from years ago." Lucy took the journal from her and then smiled pleasantly. "So, this is life as you saw it, huh?"

Liv nodded and then smiled sadly. "Not the happiest story ever put to paper, but the ending's pretty good. She meets this group of people that somehow manage to burrow their way under skin and become her family, only to find out...they literally are her family. And to top it all off, she gets a second chance at life - at having love from the very beginning." Liv paused and then rolled her eyes at herself. "Damn, you people have made me soft."

Lucy laughed lightly and held the journal against her chest. "I'll make sure to put it somewhere safe."

"When you all get back, and you're the only ones who remember...there are letters in the back for everyone, including you and Rufus and...Wyatt," Liv told her. "The others won't know who I am but I want them to know what they meant to me. Maybe they can eventually be that for little Liv too."