Wyatt watched her go leaving a perfumed cloud of darkness in her wake. He hadn't erupted yet. The shock hadn't worn off and she'd managed to escape before the anger really hit. Lucy Preston was pregnant with his child and had let him try to reset the timeline.
The perfume lingered reminding him of the night they met. The night she'd just left. He'd woken up that morning to find the note. Her scent still remained in his room, whatever perfume she wore mingling with the much more intimate scent of her body. She'd been easy to dismiss back then. A gorgeous woman with chocolate eyes, long legs and a face like an angel. Easy enough to dismiss the night as just good sex.
Then he'd met her at Mason Industries and the time travel saga which had torn them up had begun. Lucy was annoying as hell to work with and distracting to boot. It was hard not thinking about that night when she was standing right in front of him. He didn't know why he started confiding in her. He hadn't known it in the bar that night. There was something about her that made it safe.
Standing there in that paper-thin blouse he'd been more than distracted by her. He knew exactly what she looked like without a shirt. Somehow the fact that they were currently bickering only made her hotter. Perhaps putting the bra in his mouth and ripping it out with his teeth was a little much but they did have to escape. And well he wasn't complaining.
Somehow they'd managed to become friends. He told himself a million times that she was Lucy his friend, not Lucy the woman in the bar. That Lucy in the bar had swept into his life in a whirlwind of glamour and disappeared just as quickly. She had the power to disarm him. That Lucy definitely wasn't a platonic friend. She was the woman he'd broken a cardinal rule for. Never bring a woman home. Well, he had. The words were out of his mouth before he could call them back. Even that early in their relationship he'd known Lucy deserved more than a quick fuck in an abandoned corner of a bar. So he'd invited her over. Seen her come apart lying on his bed, heavy dark hair fanning around her like a vision. Her presence still lingered, a taunting reminder of what he could have if only Jessica didn't still haunt him.
Knowing Lucy had lied to him over the journal made it worse. Somehow she'd pulled the wool over his eyes long enough to get what she wanted. The question was "what did she want?" Flynn had known all too much about him. He'd known about Jessica and he'd known about the night at Flanagan's. Wyatt hadn't even tried to hide the fact that Flynn was right. Flynn knew it the moment he'd said anything based on Wyatt's reaction.
"How does it feel knowing that woman in the bar is now working with you? It must be uncomfortable or embarrassing." Flynn's voice was deceptively calm.
"It doesn't matter." Wyatt gritted out. But it did matter. They all knew that.
Being trapped in the past with Lucy and Rufus had forced him to reevaluate things. Rufus and Lucy were his team. The people he needed to protect. He'd also started noticing Lucy looking sick. Throwing up after meals, getting tired easily and crying at the mention of hypothetical children. A flicker of doubt entered his mind. Could she be pregnant? And if so was he the father? It was a question he wasn't prepared to answer. If she was pregnant it had to be Noah. I mean, he was her fiancé and... He wanted to say something. Try to get her to stop time traveling. She refused wine and instead drank ginger ale on the night they all went out for drinks, citing a stomach bug from the 18th century. Her face had turned green at the first taste of one of Rufus's chocodile. Wyatt couldn't blame her on that. They were gross.
As he told the fictional story of how he and Lucy met, based on his story with Jessica he tried not thinking about how he could have just as easily substituted his meeting Lucy. They met in a bar, fell in love after only one night. A romantic tale that was far too close to the truth. Kissing her felt as familiar as breathing, the gentleness of the kiss snaking warmth into his heart.
She'd lain practically in his lap, a perfect vision in pink ruffles and rose lipstick. Wicked, lurid fantasies filled his mind. It was definitely a good thing they weren't alone together because this mission might go spectacularly badly if it was just on them. The worst of it wasn't the fantasy of pressing her down on this very sofa and peeling back the layers of pink silk and eliciting those panting moans that kept him up at night. It was the one where they were home and watching TV and she was lying in his arms sleeping. The night was just a normal night between them, nothing unusual in her falling asleep in the middle of a movie, hair mussed and falling in her face. That was way too intimate. Lucy wasn't like that. She was a friend.
That night, lying so temptingly close to her, it had been easy to imagine all of it. She looked so soft and beautiful in the darkness. She'd talked about possibilities and lightning bolts. And dismissed them as quickly as she'd mentioned them. A quick reminder that he was just that guy in the bar she'd had a quick fling with. That maybe Noah wasn't her true love but she went with that crowd. Smart, well-educated people who drank expensive tea and went to conferences.
Burying his hands in her hair, seeing the warmth turn her eyes molten, he'd barely been able to resist kissing her. And if they did start kissing it wouldn't be the soft kiss of earlier. It would be like the kisses of that night, heavy with desire, an impossibly passionate, combustion of two people desperately trying to skim the line between friendship and romance. Fuck this. Why shouldn't they? Lucy was dismissing Noah like he wasn't even an option. And at that moment he didn't care about the guy who's ring she wore. Why did it matter when she was lying next to him in a thin slip with an expressive face?
Then Clyde went to sleep and somehow it shot him awake. Reminding him of Jessica and her death and the incredible selfishness of what he was doing. Jessica was the goal. Bringing her back was his aim. Not getting distracted by Lucy.
Then Lucy was kidnapped and he'd had to hear her screaming for him. The anguished cries floating on the air as Flynn dragged her away. The sight of the Mothership disappearing in the darkness. It was Jessica all over again. As he searched desperately for her he knew that somehow Lucy Preston had gotten under his skin, settling into his heart with a relentless determination that she didn't even realize. This was Lucy though, and she was alive and holding him close. She smelled differently, like whatever musty place Flynn had been keeping her, and her face was pale but she was alive. The relief at just holding her, neck cradled gently in his hand, was overpowering.
Then he got the name of Jessica's killer. It was now or never. If he wanted to bring Jessica back it had to be now. Guilt festered as he remembered that he'd carry with him the memory of Lucy always, an illicit tryst that was impossible to shake. It felt like he'd cheated on Jessica even though she was dead. It hadn't felt that way in the handful of encounters over the years with forgettable women he hadn't even remembered in the morning. He'd been too drunk to remember. To care about anything. But somehow that night was burned into his memory. And nothing would change that.
He stood at her door wondering what she'd say. Knowing Lucy she'd try to help. That was Lucy all over. So compassionate she'd lose herself trying to help other people. She looked pale and shaken as he walked into her empty house, the fine furniture reminding him that she walked in different circles than he did.
"I didn't pass medical," she said. Her face was distraught. He knew why. Somehow all nausea and reactions to strange smells and sudden mood fluctuations made sense. She was pregnant. It had to be Noah. Because she wouldn't be just sitting there if she knew he was walking out that door to possibly erase her child from existence. It had to be. The fact that he didn't feel any less anguished, that the idea that Noah had ever been near her, much less close enough to impregnate her, didn't help matters. Surely she'd say something if he was responsible? Of course, she would. She'd lied to him over the journal but that had been different. Something connected to the mission. Not something so deeply personal. He looked at her, watching her brush the tears from her face and smile gamely.
"Goodbye Wyatt." Her parting echo came out as she turned to walk back up the stairs. He turned and watched her go. He wanted her to say something, anything, and stop him. But of course, she wouldn't. Because she had Noah's baby to worry about and the only person who'd ever really loved him was Jessica. Jessica needed him. He could save her.
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He'd failed. Jessica was still dead. He'd gotten a man killed because of his desperation to get her back. Because the guilt and sadness had taken over. His career was over. Everything was over. Languishing in the dark site like a prisoner he had way too much time to think. Endless moments of regret. Regret over everything.
Lucy came up dressed in a camel colored jacket and jeans and a face wiped clean of anything but concern and gentleness. Wyatt closed his eyes at the feel of her arms around him. She was warm and soft and soothing. Some of the pain eased.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. His hand fell against her stomach. The swell of her stomach wasn't exactly a surprise. He'd known she was probably pregnant. She jerked back, hands falling to the spot. It was the expression in her eyes that alerted him to the truth. She was pregnant and he was the father. The guilt and fear spoke volumes.
"What didn't you tell me?" The words came out not nearly as harsh as he wanted them to. She'd lied to him. To his face let him know that his bringing back Jessica wouldn't change anything. When it would. When it would change everything. "I asked you if there was something you didn't tell me."
"I didn't want to worry you." Lucy stepped back again. "I just found out the night you took the Lifeboat."
"Is it Noah's?" He knew it wasn't. She'd not have responded like that.
"No," Lucy confessed.
"Then what the hell were you thinking? Letting me take that thing out knowing you'd erase the baby. What were you thinking? I was suspicious when you started getting sick all the time. But I kept thinking you wouldn't keep time traveling if you really were pregnant. Do you really not want to be pregnant that much? I mean, hell, this isn't planned and you have a life and…" The words were swirling around in his head and came out confused and disoriented.
"It's not like that. If Jessica had come back I wouldn't have remembered anything. I wouldn't have ever been pregnant. So I guess I thought it wouldn't matter. It's all fate. Amy getting erased. All of it." Lucy brushed her tears away again. She looked distraught. How could she do that? How could she be so selfish?
"Maybe that's true for you. But I'd… I'd have woken up one day realizing you'd lied to me. And then…" His voice got lower. "That'd break my heart."
"Well, at least you wouldn't have to feel like the person who stops someone from getting the love of their life back because they got knocked up. I don't need you, Wyatt. I mean, I don't need the money or support or anything like that. If you want to be in the baby's life then great. But I'm not dependent on you. And I was prepared to let this go because I don't believe in standing in the way of other people's happiness." Lucy felt frustration rise. Well, that certainly didn't hurt. Lucy might as well have slapped him. Might as well have said, "You aren't worthy to be in my life and be the father of my child."
"You never could." Stand in the way of someone's happiness? Be dependent? He wasn't sure what he meant.
"I have to go." She stepped back looking like she was fleeing a scene of a crime. She was leaving. And he couldn't part with her the same way as Jessica. He couldn't. If something happened he'd never forgiven himself.
"Promise me you won't do anything stupid." He said. She smiled skeptically.
Lucy laughed, "Said the most reckless person ever."
"It takes one to know one."
Then she was gone and he sank on the dusty sofa to think. He was going to be a father. He'd never let himself think of that. Not even with Jessica. He'd been too afraid of morphing into his own father. Now it had happened without his permission. Lucy had lied and clearly wanted nothing to do with him. Frustration seethed through him.
"Did you know?" He asked Christopher as she came in.
" She told me yesterday," Christopher replied mildly. When she slipped him the paper clip to escape he suspected she knew. The look in her eyes was all too sympathetic. But how could she know?
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He stood in the warehouse as Lucy came in burdened with two suitcases and breathing heavily. He picked them up and without a word followed her into the room she now called home. The second she walked in he shut the door. "We need to talk."
"Wyatt," Lucy began. She sank down on the bed. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Jiya was really mad at me for that."
"I can't believe you let me do that." Wyatt couldn't even look at her. How could she do that?
"Wyatt, no offense but this is my body. I refused to have it be a question. I wasn't going to make it be a question between saving Jessica or saving a baby who isn't even born. I wasn't going to have that child grow up and find out they were a bargaining chip between Jessica and themselves."
"Yeah, and you didn't have the decency to actually ask me what I thought about it. Just made the decision for me. Never thought I was capable of actually making a decision. I might be a kid from nowhere and not some doctor or something but that doesn't mean I'm completely stupid. I know you might be ashamed of slumming it but…" The words poured out, painful and seething with rage.
"Wyatt, that's not it." Lucy's voice rang out sharply. "I'm not ashamed. How could you say that?"
"Because that's sure what you're acting like. Trying to hide your dirty little secret." She flushed hotly and stood up, fairly barreling towards him. Her hands landed on his shoulder and she glared at him for a few seconds.
"Wyatt Logan, listen to me. I did that for you. Do you really think I enjoy this situation? Need I remind you that a few days ago you went back in time to save your dead wife you love so much you that were willing to spend the rest of your life in jail? How was I supposed to respond? Oh no, you can't do that. I'm pregnant and you're the father, congratulations."
Lucy's face crumpled and she started sobbing, "You don't know how hard it was knowing that I would forget everything. Including being pregnant. I knew I was erasing my own kid. And it was horrible. But I kept thinking about how Jessica was a fully grown woman. And how it wasn't fair for me to stand in her way."
God, Lucy Preston was the most infuriating person he'd ever met. Also the most unselfish person. Even when her unselfishness was selfish. He understood all too well the moral dilemma she was under. Pulling her close he just held her as she cried. Tears slipped from his own eyes. "I'd never have done it if I'd known. You know that. Don't you?"
"Yes," Lucy replied. "I know. That's why I made the decision for you."
"You can't keep doing that." She pulled away and nodded.
"I'm sorry, Wyatt. I should have told you. I'm so sorry." Lucy pressed a hand against his cheek.
"You know I would have figured it out when I came back and you weren't pregnant. And then, Lucy, that would have killed me." Her face fell and she started crying again. Arms wrapped around his neck she shook silently.
"I thought it would have been worth getting Jessica back." She whispered. How could she have thought otherwise? He had given her no reason to think otherwise.
"Well, it wouldn't have. I'm not that selfish. And Jessica wouldn't have stood for it either." He pulled her down towards the chair and sat down. She looked tired and wan, a pale-faced ghost with a tiny swelling stomach. She sighed heavily tears still dripping down her face. He pulled her close again, settling her on his lap as she silently shook with more sobs.
"It was horrible," she commented. She made an effort to pull herself together. "They weren't kidding about the pregnancy hormones. I want to throw up, eat and cry most of the time."
"What about the time travel? What did the doctor say?" All the practical questions suddenly zoomed to the forefront.
"She says she doesn't know about long term effects. But so far the baby is healthy." Lucy smiled and said, "I didn't want to know the gender then. But now…"
"I'm fine with a surprise."
"Ok," Lucy leaned her head against his shoulder. "I'm still not sure how this whole thing happened. We were careful."
"Yeah, about that." Lucy's eyes widened. "I think those condoms might have been expired."
Lucy's face changed. He wasn't sure if she was angry or just amused. "Wait, that means you don't invite every attractive female to your house to ravish them?"
"No," She gave him a skeptical look and he amended, "I mean I'm not saying that there haven't been women, but it was more casual. Never invited anyone home. Usually was too drunk anyway."
Lucy sighed, "I am on the pill but I took antibiotics and they don't work well during that. So basically it was a perfect storm of things."
"Maybe, Maybe it was one of those things." He started. "Those meant to be things."
"You really didn't go and invite women home?" She looked startled. Of all the things that would be stuck in her mind that had to be the thing she was fixated on.
"Nope." She couldn't possibly understand how out of character his asking her had been. She wasn't the type of woman he normally went for. But there had been something about her. A look in her eyes that captivated him. All he knew is he wanted her.
"I don't normally do one night stands. It's been forever. Like since college." Lucy's eyes drifted shut. "Oh my god, Noah."
"What?" he asked.
"Noah, my mother. They'll think I cheated on him. How will I explain that?" Lucy's hands shook as she sat up.
"Maybe you should break up with him first." Wyatt wasn't looking forward to tangling with Noah. Even though Noah might be an ass he was Lucy's fiance. And she was was pregnant with another man's child.
"Good idea," Lucy replied. "I'm not so worried about him. I'm worried about my mom. She'll think I'm so horrible."
"But didn't your mother cheat on your father?" Wyatt didn't know why he brought it up. Lucy nodded, tears starting to her eyes.
"Yeah, but not this version. This version never married." Lucy sighed. "I just hope she trusts me."
"Of course she will." Wyatt wasn't sure about Carol Preston. But her daughter deserved everything. And he would do anything to ensure she was safe and protected.
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"Are you ok?" Rufus's concerned voice startled Wyatt as he choked down the lumpy oatmeal he'd managed to rustle up on the hot plate.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" Rufus cast him a curious glance.
"With Lucy being sick and all that. Why aren't you freaking out?" He was but not in the way Rufus thought. He knew Lucy wasn't sick. She was in good health and so far the baby was fine. But he was not comfortable and probably never would be with the changes that were occurring. This would never be normal.
"She's going to be fine," Wyatt said. Rufus's eyebrows lifted.
"You freak out if she so much as sneezes." Rufus laughed. "What happened? You two fight?"
"No," Wyatt replied. Rufus was skirting ever nearer the truth and Wyatt wasn't sure how to deal with that.
Lucy stumbled into the room, white-faced and messy-haired. She took one look at Rufus's breakfast burrito with lots of onions and garlic and ran out of the room. The sound of someone being violently ill filtered through the warehouse.
"Oh my god." Rufus's mouth opened. "She's pregnant, isn't she?"
"Who is pregnant?" Jiya came in and cast a questioning glance at Wyatt. She knew because Lucy had told her. And she was clearly uncomfortable and trying to hide things.
"Lucy. She's sick all the time and she's been gaining weight and is on medical leave." Rufus looked proud of himself as if he was Sherlock Holmes or something.
"I guess it has to be Noah," Rufus muttered. "Didn't think she was very close to him."
Wyatt shifted uncomfortably. The truth would come out eventually but he supposed Lucy ought to be the one to tell Rufus.
"Why are not jealous?" Rufus was staring suspiciously at Wyatt.
"Why would I be?"
"Because Lucy can't breathe next to another guy without you getting all jealous." Rufus's eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute,"
"Rufus, please. You are about to say something you will seriously regret. Shut up." Jiya's frantic tone didn't make an impression on her boyfriend.
"Oh my god. I can't believe it." Rufus shook his head. "Oh my god, we almost erased the kid."
"Stop this, Rufus. Accusing your friends of getting your other friend pregnant is seriously a bad idea." Jiya looked pleadingly at Wyatt.
"It's true, Rufus." He might as well know now. It wasn't as if they'd be able to hide it from anyone.
"Wow. So you got Lucy knocked up?" Rufus shook his head. "When did this happen?"
"Three months ago."
"Wait a minute. That's when we started. Wow, you work fast." Rufus's sarcastic tone was gaining ground. Wyatt expected an explosion at any moment.
"Yeah, it happened a week before we met in Mason Industries. It wasn't a serious thing. The point is that I didn't know until yesterday. I suspected she was pregnant but she didn't say anything and when I went to see her that night she still didn't say anything. If I had known I never would have gone. You know that."
"Yeah, well, that sounds great. But what the hell are you going to do?" Rufus shook his head. "Lucy didn't tell you because she was afraid you were going to be mad. And I swear if you make this harder for her I will personally make your life miserable."
"I'm not mad. Well, except for lying to me." Wyatt shook his head.
"What was she supposed to say? Oh yeah, the guy who is obsessed with his wife's murder, you got me pregnant so now you have to choose between a fetus and your dead wife? I mean it's her body. And her choice." Rufus glanced at Jiya.
"He's right, Wyatt. But you're also right. She should have told you." Jiya sighed. "I hope she doesn't get too upset Rufus knows."
"Knows what." Lucy came back in looking like death. Wyatt poured the hot water from the electric kettle over a peppermint tea bag and handed it over. She gave him a grateful smile.
"I know why you're sick." Rufus glanced around at each of them.
"Yeah, I'm pregnant," Lucy said with forced cheerfulness.
"Well, congratulations." Rufus was trying to make the situation less awkward but failing completely.
"I'm sure you know the whole story now," Lucy said voice choked with tears.
"Hey, Lucy." Rufus reached out a hand and tried to stop her from running. "We're all gonna be there for you. Even if your mom is mad. You're not a teenager. You're a grown ass woman who is totally going to be the best mom ever."
"Thanks, Rufus." Lucy gave him a tiny hug. "I knew I could count on you to make the cheesy jokes."
"What I'm here for. Also helping the kid with math and science homework."
"Wow, man. You gotta make her feel better. She looks like hell." Rufus shook his head. "Maybe this is your chance."
"Chance for what?" Wyatt asked.
"For finally being happy again," Rufus replied.
"I don't know if that's possible."

Lucy was sitting in the abandoned corner of the warehouse combing through books for more information about Rittenhouse when he finally managed to locate her. She was pretty good at hiding in out of the way corners. Slowly he reached over and wrapped an arm around her. She gave a sad smile and put the book down.
"I'm here for you Lucy. As much as you want or need. I want you to be happy."
She turned towards him eyes suddenly filling with tears, "They weren't kidding about the crying. I feel like crying all the time. I just, oh Wyatt, I can't lose this baby. I thought I could handle it but I can't. Those moments when I was just waiting for things to change were the worst moments of my life."
Seeing her in so much anguish physically hurt, as if there was a thread being tugged linking them together. "Oh, Lucy."
He loved her. It was as simple as that. He couldn't handle losing her. She was the soft place to land in a sea of darkness and pain. He'd lost Jessica but he couldn't bear to lose Lucy.
"I'll always be here for both of you." She nodded but her face was still hidden.
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Rufus was shot. The panic of having to keep him alive while a frantic Lucy called Noah of all people was indescribable. Noah came frowning heavily at the dingy surface and lack of equipment. He cast curious glances at Wyatt, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at Lucy. Lucy wore a loose blouse but she was really starting to show. A thin woman like Lucy had little to hide a baby. Wyatt just hoped that there wouldn't be a blow-up. He had no problem punching Noah's arrogant face but Lucy wouldn't like it.
He saw them disappear again, fighting jealousy as he saw Lucy smile. If she married Noah she could easily pass the kid off like Noah's. Wyatt and Noah had the same hair and eye color. She wouldn't have to worry about a guy with a dead wife or single parenthood or even the shame of having her mother think she cheated.
She came back quietly saying in a whisper, "Noah took it much better than I expected."
"He wasn't mad?" That struck alarm bells in his head. Normal people would get mad. Unless he was plotting revenge. Pretending to be agreeable and then coming out swinging.
"He said he understood. I told him there were complications he couldn't understand and I couldn't talk about." Lucy sighed. "My mother won't understand."
Carol Preston did understand. Lucy said her mother was mad at first and then said she understood. She planned to have Wyatt over for dinner. It was a trap. Carol wanted to humiliate him so Lucy would lose interest and walk away. Wyatt had met Carol Prestons before. Jessica's mom had been similar, always thinking she was above the rest of their small, poor town.
Then the warehouse was raided by Rittenhouse. "We're going in the Lifeboat," Rufus announced. He was barely healed from his injuries but he was detrimental to protect Jiya who's quick thinking had kept her out of Rittenhouse's hands.
"Lucy can't go." Wyatt wasn't going to see her time traveling and getting hurt.
"She has to. She doesn't have a choice. It's safer than staying behind. Believe me, she can't fall into Rittenhouse's hands." Denise stood behind him.
They took off, the nauseating jolts even worse because he wasn't strapped in. Lucy threw up the second the Lifeboat hit the ground, face ashen and hands shaking. "Time traveling and pregnancy doesn't mix. Just an FYI."
"Good to know," Jiya said. She pulled the bucket Lucy had used from her hands and handed it to him. "Looks like you could use this, Soldier."
It was embarrassing being the one with the weak stomach. He always had been prone to seasickness. Lucy sat up and started to unbuckle her seatbelt. At least she tried. Wyatt reached over and carefully undid it. She normally had no trouble unbuckling them but this time her hands were shaking.
"What if I'm hurting the baby?" She whispered as he helped her down.
" We just have to hope that it doesn't." Wyatt reached out and brushed a hair from her collar. " Getting captured by Rittenhouse would be worse."
He didn't agree with that when he was fighting Joseph McCarthy and fleeing Flynn and his men. Lucy looked shaken as she said, "Flynn is trying to kill my grandfather. And if he does I will be erased. And so will the baby."
Wyatt had never hated the man more. Lucy had some steadfast belief that maybe underneath it all Flynn had a heart. It was awfully hard to see it with the lives of Lucy and his child hanging in the balance. He had to save Ethan Cahill because if he didn't Lucy might get erased.
Seeing Lucy put herself between their guns and plead with Flynn to go along with her plan was the scariest moment of his life. Her blue suit was tight enough to show a hint of her growing stomach. He saw Flynn glance down, a hint of sadness in his eyes. It was one child being traded for another, wasn't it? He trusted Lucy. Had always trusted Lucy. Even when she'd been nothing more than a stranger in a bar he'd had an unreasonable attraction to, he'd trusted her.
"I've lost you once, I can't lose you again." He held her close for a long moment.
She nodded, eyes shining with unshed tears. "I will be fine. He won't hurt me."
Wyatt was in no wise confident of that. But he had to leave her behind. His eyes found hers as he turned to the Lifeboat. It was the worst moment he could remember. Leaving her behind was like a physical ache in his chest. He saw her smile and give a little wave.
"You ok?" Rufus knew he wasn't ok but Rufus wasn't ok either. Jiya was having a seizure and he was frantic. All in all falling in love was a dangerous gamble in their line of work.
"No," Wyatt replied.
Seeing Lucy in the flesh walk to the park they had agreed to meet in was an indescribable feeling. He held out his hand and touched her face. She smiled and looked at him, eyes wet with tears. "You're ok," he choked out.
"Nauseated and sick but ok." She gave a small smile.
"He didn't hurt you?" Wyatt asked.
"No, he didn't," Lucy replied. "I think this thing might be over. If my Grandfather did what we said then it will be ok."

He had done what they said. Ethan Cahill was more like Lucy than Wyatt would have ever dreamed. The same hard-headed determination to do what was right, regardless of the cost. Wyatt could only imagine how difficult it must have been for that man to spend decades trapped in Rittenhouse's clutches, his very existence a threat. And he'd given them a wealth of information that might burn Rittenhouse to the ground.
"When I heard my son say he had a daughter named Lucy that's when I knew that I'd made the right decision." The old man lifted his hand and touched Lucy's face. "Now I see that I'm about to be a great-grandfather."
Lucy started, a flush dying her cheeks. "How did you know?"
The old man only chuckled. "I knew the moment you came in a few minutes ago. Congratulations."
Lucy nodded, her face beaming suddenly, "I don't want him or her to grow up in a world with Rittenhouse."
"Neither do I."
As Wyatt followed Lucy out of the room Ethan called him back, "You take care of them, son."
Wyatt wondered how the man had guessed he and Lucy were a thing. The old man chuckled again, "Oh I knew back then you two were an item. I'm not wrong, am I?"
"No," Wyatt replied. "I will fight for them with everything I've got."
"Good." Ethan nodded and Wyatt walked outside with Lucy feeling happy for the first time in months.

Author's Note: Yes, I'm updating this story after a million years. I got bogged down by a ton of other projects and this story gets very angsty (damn you Season 2). But never fear, there will be a happy ending.
First of all, Wyatt does kind of suspect Lucy is pregnant but he doesn't believe he is the father. I think he assumes it's Noahs. Lucy's motivation is simple. She doesn't want her child to be the reason Jessica isn't brought back. In this story, I think Wyatt is closer to moving on than in canon. That's part of what makes the rest so heartbreaking. RH is going to try their best to destroy them. You might notice both of them are very insecure. That's by design. Sadly these two idiots will take a long time to fully accept how much they love each other.
It might seem a little OOC for Wyatt not to be freaking out over Lucy not being medically stable in the scene with Rufus. But don't forget he already knows she is pregnant and not seriously ill. I love that scene with Rufus. He picks up on Lucy's pregnancy right away and then immediately accuses Wyatt and Jiya's like "no, Rufus don't."