Chapter Three

"Morning," Lucy yawned walking into the kitchen. Unsurprisingly Flynn was the only one in there. They had been in the bunker for a few months now, none of them could actually be exact, time was a little fluid here, even for Jiya and Connor, and they had all fallen into their own routines. Jiya, Connor and Rufus would already be working on the Lifeboat, Wyatt and Jessica would not come out of their room for another good few hours unless there was a time jump, Denise would not arrive for a little while longer.

Flynn or Lucy would end up in the kitchen together more often than not. Mostly they would be either reading or working on research, mostly separately but sometimes together. They had fallen into a rhythm together, a slightly scary rhythm that Lucy found both soothing and alarming because it was soothing.

Today was a little different however in that Flynn actually jumped like she had startled him, and tried to hide the book he was reading. She paused on her way to the coffee machine and narrowed her eyes at him.

"What are you reading?" She asked suspiciously.

"Nothing!" He shook his head and actually stuffed the book under the sofa cushions.

"Are you reading porn?" She tilted her head. He blinked at her for a second before he burst out laughing in a way that had her standing and staring at him like an idiot. She had seen him smile and chuckle, mainly admittedly when he was teasing the boys and taking great delight in it, but she had not yet seen him express honest to god mirth.

But he was sitting on their beaten up sofa, holding onto his sides and laughing a deep, husky laugh that seemed to suit him. It suited him far more than his anger and madness ever had that was for sure.

He seemed to realise that she was sitting staring at him stunned, and his laughter slowed down, but he was still chuckling as he ran his fingers through his hair and pushed his fringe away from his face where it had fallen, his whole expression far lighter than she had ever seen.

"That wasn't a no," She pointed out after a few more moments of staring at him and soaking up the expression and the difference that it made to his face

"No, I am not reading porn," He chuckled.

"Then what are you reading? And what is so bad about it that you can't tell me?" She challenged.

"Because I stole it from Wyatt," Flynn shrugged.

"You stole a book from Wyatt?" Lucy blinked at him. "I didn't know he read,"

"Me too, I didn't think he could read anything without pictures in it anyway," Flynn snorted. She wanted to scold him for his prodding at Wyatt...but she did not want to, the whole Wyatt/Jessica thing still hurt, and she was still struggling with it. Flynn surprisingly made it easier.

"So, what book is it?" She pushed.

"You're not going to give in are you?" He sighed dramatically, though he was still looking pleasantly open and happy.

"You have met two versions of me, what do you think?" She smirked back, leaning a little closer and plastering a scowl on her face that she had seen the boys using when they were interrogating someone. It got the reaction she wanted and he smiled more and his eyes were twinkling.

And wasn't that a strange thought, Garia Flynn, Time Rogue, assassin, sort of terrorist, re-writer of history, with shining hazel eyes whose colour shifted like a deep pool.

"No, I don't think that you are likely to give in," He acknowledged. With an amused look, he dug the book out from under the sofa cushion and handed it over to her. Curiously she stood and dropped down next to him on the sofa as she looked at the cover of the book.

The noise she let out was a mixture between a squeak and a squawk as she realised why he had been trying to hide it from her.

"Weapon of choice!" She groaned seeing the front cover.

"So…."

"No, I did not sleep with Ian Fleming!" She said before he could ask, a boyish grin appearing on his face.

"Are you sure, he seemed very protective of you, and I definitely saw flirting," He was actually teasing her.

"I didn't sleep with Ian Fleming!" She glared hitting him a couple of time on the shoulder with the book.

"He definitely thought about it going off this book, you're one of the few Bond women that actually survive the book," Flynn snorted.

"And why are you secretly reading this?" She raised her eyebrow at him.

"I am a Bond villain, of course, I am reading it!" He rolled his eyes snatching the book from her.

"Arrogant!" She accused pushing her shoulder into his. It wasn't gentle, but he didn't even move an inch.

"It's Bond!" He protested.

"Men," She snorted rolling her eyes.

"I wish I had been able to speak to him properly, not just while I was threatening him," Flynn hummed looking at the book again.

"He was...impressive I will admit. He was very good at what he did," She grinned a little. "He found the idea of me and Wyatt as spies hilarious, and then Rufus came along,"

"I wish I could have seen his face," Flynn snickered.

"It was pretty amusing," She grinned standing up and making her way over to the coffee machine.

"I have a question," She turned to face him to see that he had turned on the sofa and was peering over the sofa at her.

"Go on," She asked.

"1754 ho the hell did you get back? My men said that they managed to blow a hole in the Lifeboat, how did you manage to repair it in 1754?!" His accent was thicker with his frustration making her laugh all the more as she swapped the full cup under the coffee machine for another and started it up again as she began telling the story.

By the time she had finished, they were sitting on the sofa together sipping their coffee and laughing.

Had someone told her a few months ago that one day she would be sitting laughing with Garcia Flynn about some of the time travel adventures she had had, because of him, she probably would have thought she had gone madder than she already was.

"No!" He shook his head amused.

"Honestly, I said 'of course infection' I swear he looked at me like I was mad and corrected me. An imbalance of the humours, he has too much blood. He wanted to do a little bloodletting and then…" She started chuckling as she remembered the horror she had felt at the 'doctors' suggestions.

"What?" He pressed leaning forward.

"He wanted to give Wyatt mercury," She grinned as he chuckled and took a sip of his coffee looking amused at the thought. "Rectally,"

She could not have held back her laughter if she had tried as he choked on the sip of coffee he had just taken and was torn between choking and laughing. She managed to lean forward and pat his back which was hilariously ineffective considering she was too busy laughing herself. She was laughing so hard she snorted a couple of times, something she had not done since...since Amy.

"What is so funny?" Wyatt scowled bringing their attention to the fact that he was standing in the doorway, glaring between the two of them, no doubt summoned by the sound of hilarity. The two of them who had managed to calm down a little just burst out laughing again, leaving the soldier to huff and storm away.

No doubt Lucy would be hearing about how inappropriate it was to trust Flynn, how she should not be consorting with the enemy etc etc. But right now, she had not laughed like this for a long, long time, and neither had he she guessed. It felt good.