Sara began dividing the Legends into teams as they returned to the ship, but that's when they discovered Rory had been scratched.
Ray was still not caught up, "Is he sick or too drunk?"
Sara shook her head, "He was scratched by one of those…"
Martin interrupted her, "Don't say the word, I beg you."
She rolled her eyes, "Undead soldiers and if they are, what we think they are, then he'll begin the transformation soon," she shook her head and looked at Nate. "Get him to the medbay and instruct Gideon to do whatever is necessary to slow down the process or keep him unconscious until we can figure this out."
Nate nodded, helping Rory up to leave the bridge. Sara continued, "We need to get out of this time period, can we cure him?"
Martin spoke, "The actual cause of this illness comes from an experimental biological weapon called TX90. It imitates those things, you know what I'm referring to," he paused to shudder, "There is no cure in this time period because this weapon is from advance science."
"Can you figure out how to make it?" Lacy asked, always putting all of her faith in him.
Martin sighed, "I may, but it will take some work. Would you like to assist me with my research?" he directed his question directly to Lacy.
Sara sighed, "Actually do the research, you two," she shamed them as Jefferson opened the message the young man had given him.
"Sara, we have to deliver this," Jax stated, "These are the plans that lead Ulysses S. Grant to a major victory in the war. If he doesn't get them, the United States' future will be in jeopardy."
Sara walked over to consult with him on this news as Martin and Lacy made their way to his lab.
As they entered the lab, Lacy turned pointing her back toward Martin. "Can you undo the buttons on my dress? I have more comfortable clothes in here that I can work in," she added.
Martin nodded, moving toward her and placing his hands on the highest button on the back of her dress, undoing it before following suit with the rest. Lacy inhaled as she felt his fingers graze her skin while he worked down to the lowest button.
Once the dress was undone, she turned to face him, allowing the dress to fall to her feet as she locked eyes with him. "Will you hand me the jeans and tank top I have in the top desk drawer?" she asked, acting as if she wasn't almost nude.
He took a step closer, "Are you sure that's what you want me to do?" he asked reaching his hand up to graze her arm, his touch so light it sent shivers down her spine.
Lacy closed the gap between them, placing her hands on his 'period appropriate' tie, undoing it before moving to his shirt. She enjoyed hearing his breathing change with each touch. "I suppose there is something else we could do," she teased, leaning in and placing her lips to his, briefly before pulling completely back.
Her hands were on his belt as she locked eyes with him. He moved forward to resume the kiss she'd initiated, but she avoided it, placing her cheek to his as she placed one hand in the hair at the base of his neck while the other moved into his waistband, slowly at first, rubbing him, her own heat rising at the sound of his labored breaths in her ear.
"This doesn't seem completely fair," he gasped as she transitioned from slow movements to grasping him, moving her hand up and down. "What about you?" he asked, attempting to maintain focus as her movements were bringing him to the edge.
Lacy whispered into his ear, lingering so her breath would brush against the tender skin, "This...is...about...you," she finished as she felt him jerk within her hand. Martin groaned as he came, embracing her as his body almost convulsed from the pleasure.
She released him and walked away to put on her clothes, her own downstairs on fire. Martin gathered himself and moved to her, "Take a seat," he ordered after she'd pulled her top on.
"Why?" she asked, not used to the look in his eye as he approached her.
"Because I asked you to," he demanded, "Now, sit" Lacy was taken aback by his forcefulness and moved to sit back in his chair, meeting his eyes with questions in her own.
Martin moved in front of her and slid her down in the chair as he got on his knees on the floor, spreading her legs with his hands as he inched closer and closer.