Part 2- Set between Lucy and Flynn's first scene in 1x11 when Flynn returns from his unsuccessful trip to 1780 and their arrival in 1893 Chicago. Parts in italic are borrowed from the show.
Flynn's guy grabbed her by the arm and hauled her up her up as Lucy struggled fruitlessly. "No," her tone was desperate now, "wait. Wait! Where are you-" Flynn turned back to her and her voice evened out. "Where are you taking me?"
Flynn took three slow steps toward her until they were just inches apart. When he spoke, his tone was almost deadly, his words punctuated with sharp gestures. "I wanted to do this the easy way, but you left me no choice," he tilted his head down and held her gaze, "So now I'm going to take down Rittenhouse one member at a time," His eyes were filled with the same steely determination she'd witnessed all night, but there was a shadow of desperation as he finished, "for as long as it takes." He searched her eyes a moment longer, daring her to challenge him. When she didn't, he turned and strode purposefully toward the back of the church; Lucy and her guard just a few steps behind.
Flynn and his lackey forcefully led Lucy past the stained glass windows and through the back hallways of the abandoned church. Lucy tried to catch a glimpse of anything that might indicate where they were, but they were moving too quickly for her to focus on one thing, and regardless, the church seemed to have been stripped of any identifiers. They ascended a spiral staircase and came to a halt just inside the entrance of what was once an office, though it had clearly been out of use for quite some time. Lucy gave it a quick once-over before turning her attention back to Flynn. He seemed calmer now, with a new sense of purpose. She met his unnerving eyes he nodded toward a door on the opposite side of the room. Lucy's gaze shifted to it warily, glancing between her captor and the door in an unspoken question.
"There's a bathroom through there. Take a shower. Freshen up." Flynn's eyes roved up and down Lucy and she shifted uncomfortably. She glanced down at herself and grimaced at her dirty, travel-worn dress. She could definitely use a shower, but there was no way that was happening right now while Flynn was out here planning God knows what. "I'll be back with more suitable clothing for you." Finished, Flynn moved to exit the room.
Lucy's guard began roughly pushing her toward the bathroom door and she stiffened in protest, shoving back at him furiously. At the sound of her struggle Flynn turned back, his eyes clouding with rekindled anger at her mutinous expression. Lucy froze at the sight, her pulse quickening as he moved forward until they were just inches apart, both their necks craned to maintain eye contact despite their considerable height difference. Lucy forced herself not to look away and glared directly into his darkening eyes. Flynn's jaw clenched slightly in frustration and when he spoke it was with a sharp finality. "You have already caused enough problems for me tonight. You will go into that bathroom right now and clean up. He," Flynn's head jerked in the direction of his lackey, his cutting gaze never leaving Lucy, "will be right here in this office while you do. So don't," his eyes glinted dangerously and he leaned in even closer, "try anything." Lucy held his gaze in defiance for just another moment before giving in. She jerked her head in what could only be loosely interpreted as a nod and took half a step back in the direction of the bathroom. Satisfied, Flynn's lips twitched into a small smile. He opened the bathroom door and waved her through in a mock-gentlemanly manner. Lucy's eyes narrowed in one last glare and she held her head high as she stepped into the bathroom. The door snapped closed firmly behind her and she heard the lock click into place.
Away from Flynn's astute gaze, Lucy closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath. It was the first time she'd been alone in the hours since her kidnapping, and she desperately needed a moment to pull herself together and process everything that had happened. From nearly being raped by David Rittenhouse to standing between John and the wrong end of Flynn's gun, to being kidnapped and bullied and threatened by Flynn, it had been an overwhelmingly eventful night. And from the way Flynn was behaving, it had only just begun. She opened her eyes and stared into the bathroom mirror. Frightened and exhausted, not to mention dirty from almost two days of traveling in 1780, Lucy barely recognized the defeated woman looking back at her. She splashed some cold water on her face, snapping herself out of it. Despite Flynn's warning, she began to search around the bathroom, looking for another way out. Flynn's goon was guarding her from the other side of the bathroom door, but if she could find a window she just might be able to climb out that way… Her efforts quickly proved to be futile. The only window in the bathroom was at the top of the shower and barely six inches wide. Even if by some miracle she managed to squeeze through, it was a straight two-story drop to the pavement below. If she wanted her all bones to remain in tact the window was not an option.
With escape out of the equation, Lucy combed through all the drawers and cabinets, looking for anything she could use to fight against her captors. She was dismayed to find them all but empty. It seemed that Flynn had thought ahead, and only left her with soap, shampoo, and a towel, the bare minimum of supplies she would need to wash up. He'd left nothing that she could use against him or his men.
Lucy felt a sob come up as she realized just how trapped she was. She was locked in the bathroom of some abandoned church in an unknown location while Flynn plotted to go back in time once again and destroy history, this time dragging her along for the ride. She had been in some sticky situations throughout her time traveling career, but never without Wyatt or Rufus right there with her. They were a team. They needed each other to make it through things like this. But for now Lucy was on her own. She took another deep breath to calm her nerves and looked back in the mirror, wiping her eyes and regaining some composure. If she could not escape now, she would just have to find a way later. Once they went back in time, her historical knowledge would give her an advantage over Flynn. In whichever time period they ended up, she would have the intellectual upper hand. She would just have to bide her time until she could use that.
In the meantime, showering wasn't a half-bad idea. Although she was watchful of letting her guard down in such a precarious situation, she was filthy from the days' activities and she knew that if Flynn came back and she had neglected to follow his instructions it would only make him angrier and even more difficult to deal with. Plus, she could really, really use a shower. With one last wary look at the door, Lucy quickly stripped and stepped into the shower, letting out a long sigh as the hot water coursed over her.
Lucy had just finished drying off when she heard muffled voices through the bathroom door. A minute later there was a sharp knock. She quickly secured the towel around herself as Flynn began to speak through the door.
"Lucy," his voice was impatient, "I have your clothes." There was a long pause and Lucy tensed, tightening the towel wrapped around her. Then Flynn's tone shifted slightly, "…are you decent?" There was an uncertain lilt to his voice.
A strangled laugh escaped Lucy as she crossed her arms protectively in front of herself. At least Flynn sounded as uncomfortable right now as she was. With a nervous glance in the mirror she opened her mouth to reply. "Yes," her voice caught on the word and she cleared her throat, straightening her shoulders. "Yes. I'm decent." Her voice had regained some of its strength, but she was still cautious, standing as far away from the door as she could without stepping back into the shower. There was no telling which version of Flynn would walk through that door.
The door creaked as Flynn pushed it open and stepped inside. His eyes immediately zoned in on Lucy, flitting briefly down her towel-clad form, then back up to the long brown hair forming wet ringlets around her face, before finally meeting her wary brown eyes. He tilted his head fractionally and there was a change in his expression, a glint in his eyes that Lucy couldn't quite interpret. She shifted uncomfortably under the weight of his gaze, her body tensing as she glanced away from Flynn at the open door, through which two of his gun-toting cronies were now clearly visible.
Flynn took a step in Lucy's direction and she twitched, eyes shooting back to him. He was caught off guard by her vulnerable expression and his eyes followed hers back to the door, which he seemed to only just realize he'd left open. He gave Lucy an apologetic nod and moved toward the door, holding her gaze as he pushed it so it was cracked just a few inches, far enough closed that Lucy was no longer visible from the outside, but not so far closed that she felt trapped with him. Lucy relaxed slightly and let some of the tension leave her body, thankful that Flynn was, at this moment, behaving more like a decent human being than the enraged lunatic he had been just an hour ago. For the first time since he had entered the room, she noticed that Flynn was holding what appeared to be a long maroon dress and a rather full shopping bag. Flynn cleared his throat, gesturing with the items in his hands, and when he spoke his voice was the softest Lucy had ever heard it.
"I brought you some things. Clothes, a hairbrush, some makeup." He tilted his head down to meet her eyes. "We're going to the 1890's. I trust you can dress yourself accordingly?" There was a tease in his tone as he spoke the half-question, eyebrows raised. Lucy nodded, but made no move to take the items from him. She stared at him for a moment, lips pursed in thought. When she finally spoke there was a gentle plea in her voice.
"Flynn, where are we going? What are you planning to do?" She gazed imploringly at him. Flynn looked as if he might answer for a moment, but then he shook his head and set the clothing on the counter.
"You'll know soon enough. For now just get dressed, Lucy." His tone was soft and final and he moved back toward the door, but Lucy reached out a hand to stop him, gently touching his wrist, appealing to the more human side of him.
"Please," her eyes locked on his and the fear and uncertainty that she'd been masking was now plainly written across her face, "just let me go." Flynn's face hardened fractionally and though his voice lost its softness, his dark eyes remained gentle, fixated on hers as he spoke.
"You know I can't do that, Lucy. You've gotten in my way too many times as it is. I need your help to defeat Rittenhouse, whether you're ready to give it or not. I need you by my side." As he spoke, his gaze grew heavier until it felt as if his eyes were burning into Lucy's soul. It was the same feeling she got every time he mentioned of her journal, every time he looked at her like he knew her inside and out, every time he spoke to her like an intimate friend. Recognizing defeat, Lucy's hand released his and she glanced away despondently. Flynn paused and stepped forward, reaching out as if to reassure her, but she flinched back out of his reach. Flynn's hand dropped to his side. For a moment he almost looked hurt, but then his face closed off. A muscle in Flynn's jaw clenched as he met Lucy's nervous gaze with raised eyebrows. "We leave in 30 minutes. Be ready." With that he turned and swept out the door, closing it firmly behind him once more. Lucy spent a moment staring at the closed door uneasily, not sure what to make of his unpredictable behavior.
Shaking off her perplexity, Lucy stepped toward the counter, peeking cautiously into the bag of items Flynn had brought her. Her eyebrows shot up. Not only had he managed to find a suitable 1890's dress in what appeared to be her size, but he'd also found matching earrings, shoes, and a purse. She smiled wryly to herself. The man may be a murderous lunatic, but he sure knew how to accessorize. As she dug further into the bag, she found an assortment of hair care products and a small stash of makeup in shades that were surprisingly well suited for her pale skin and dark features. She briefly wondered if Flynn's wife had shared her coloring, which would explain his makeup selecting ability, but that line of thought was too strange for her to dwell on.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, Lucy quickly dressed herself and styled her hair and makeup in what she deemed to be an appropriate late 19th century fashion. She looked in the mirror, giving herself one last once-over. Her lips twitched as she examined her outfit. The dress fit like a glove, of course. She wasn't sure she even wanted to know how Flynn had gotten these clothes so quickly.
Satisfied with her appearance, Lucy piled the makeup and hair products into her purse and turned toward the bathroom door. The smile immediately fell from her face. Dress-up time was over. Now she had to go join a violent and temperamental Flynn on whatever insane mission he had planned which would probably spell nothing good for history. She steeled her resolve and reminded herself that she would not let it get that far. As soon as she knew where they were going and what Flynn had planned, she would find a way escape. She had outsmarted him in 1972 when he'd held Wyatt hostage and she could do it again wherever they ended up this time. With that thought in mind, Lucy quickly pulled the door open before she lost her nerve.
She stepped out of the bathroom as her guard straightened up from where he had been waiting by the door. He made to grab Lucy's arm as she walked over to him, but Lucy swiftly pulled away. "I can walk." She snapped with a cold confidence that had reawakened within her. She strode past the guard, leading the way back down to the chapel. The guard didn't react to her tone, just followed closely behind her retreating form.
Lucy stepped back into the chapel, her guard just a step behind her. Flynn was across the room near the Mothership, surrounded by a handful of his men. He had changed into a handsome three-piece suit, fitting for the era to which they were headed. Lucy could not help but notice with raised eyebrows that the color of his tie complemented her dress. For the first time that night the thought struck her that her abduction may not have been as impulsive as it seemed. Flynn appeared to have been planning this trip well before the whole David Rittenhouse fiasco.
Flynn seemed to sense Lucy's presence and swung around to face her. He looked her up and down slowly, taking in her 19th century getup. When his eyes met hers he nodded slightly in approval, gesturing her over with a tip of his head. Lucy rolled her eyes, but continued in Flynn's direction as he turned back to his men, quickly wrapping up their conversation. Lucy made it over to Flynn just as his men dispersed, two of them boarding the Mothership and the rest heading off on some unknown task. Perhaps they were preparing to kidnap someone else. Flynn approached Lucy, gazing down at her, his face intensely unreadable. She met his gaze with an impatient look of her own.
"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?" Lucy's voice was flat when she asked him, not really expecting an answer. Flynn chuckled, a half smile breaking across his face.
"Ah, but that would spoil the surprise, wouldn't it?" His tone was playful and he leaned in close to her as he finished. "Come on, Professor. Let's go make history." Lucy glared at him in disbelief and Flynn laughed again. He reached for her arm and Lucy narrowed her eyes suspiciously but allowed him to gently guide her toward the Mothership. Once they made it aboard, Lucy quickly pulled away from Flynn and reclaimed the seat she had occupied earlier that night. This time she buckled her own seatbelt, glaring at Flynn the whole time, daring him to interfere. Flynn's mouth twisted into a half smirk and he seated himself next to her, his dark, unreadable eyes never leaving Lucy.
Once her belt was secured, Lucy took the chance to inspect her surroundings. Apart from her and Flynn, there were just three others in the Mothership. Two of Flynn's gun-toting lackeys were seated across from them and Anthony was in the pilot seat preparing for takeoff. As Lucy's eyes flickered to Anthony she could not help but notice the way he steadily avoided her gaze.
The Mothership began shaking horribly in preparation for takeoff, and Lucy glued her eyes closed at the familiar sensation, attempting to calm her racing heart. Suddenly, she felt a familiar hand on her wrist, soft, but firm and steadying. When she forced her eyes open Flynn was watching her seriously with a knowing look in his eyes. He gave her wrist a gentle squeeze as the Mothership took a particularly nasty jolt and Lucy was surprised to actually find herself comforted by the gesture. The Mothership jerked again and Lucy's eyes shot closed. As she steadied her breathing, she focused on the feel of Flynn's hand on her wrist, holding her in place. As soon as the Mothership landed, Flynn's hand left hers. Lucy opened her eyes to look at him, but it appeared his focus was back on the mission before him, whatever that may be, and his face was once more a cold, unreadable mask.
Everyone took a moment to gather themselves before exiting the ship. Upon disembarking, Lucy keenly looked around to try and discern where they were, but they had landed on the outskirts of a rather unremarkable forest. She could vaguely see a city skyline in the distance, but it was too indistinct for her to identify. She supposed it did not really matter. Cities had evolved so much since 1890 that even if she could see the skyline clearly, she most likely would not recognize it.
As Lucy inspected her surroundings, Flynn barked orders at his men. Apparently Anthony and one of the men were to stay behind and guard the Mothership, while Flynn, Lucy, and the man called Karl would continue on. Orders given, Flynn marched over to Lucy and grabbed her arm in an unyielding grip, his eyes warning her not to try anything. Lucy raised an eyebrow back and tilted her head in challenge, and Flynn's lips pursed and his grip tightened in response. Karl stepped up on Lucy's other side, hovering just over her shoulder and smirking down at her. Lucy rolled her eyes and gave him a once-over, swiftly dismissing him. She turned her full attention back to Flynn, and the corner of his mouth turned up. "Time to move, Professor." He nodded to Karl and the odd trio began their trek toward the city in silence.
They had been walking for almost fifteen minutes when they reached the outskirts of the city and began passing storefronts. Lucy's head turned left and right, reading names and searching for any hint of a location. Finally, a sign caught her eye. Chicago's Finest Popcorn. So they were in Chicago in the 1890s. That could only mean one thing. She caught Flynn watching her with a small smile as she put two and two together. Sure enough, they rounded a corner and caught sight of a beautifully lit up Ferris wheel.
"The Chicago World's Fair." Flynn grinned down at Lucy as he spoke, gesturing ahead. "That's the very first Ferris wheel, right?" Lucy nodded soberly, her mind racing though different scenarios, trying to pinpoint why Flynn would bring her here. Flynn saw her mind working and adopted a in a faux reassuring tone. "We're not here to burn it down if that's what you're worried about." Lucy refused to meet his eyes.
"I'm sure you intend to do something equally horrible."