This chapter covers Episode 1x02. Enjoy! :)

Wyatt had only been back home for half an hour before he got the call. Flynn and his henchmen, along with the Mason Industries employee Anthony (whom Flynn had kidnapped when he'd first infiltrated the facility) had taken out the Mothership again. Cursing himself for not taking a quick power-nap the moment he'd got back, Wyatt quickly washed his bloody cuts, grabbed his car keys, reloaded his gun and set off.

When Wyatt joined Rufus and Agent Christopher at Mason Industries, he expected Lucy to already be there, reciting some encyclopedia page about the significance of the date Flynn had chosen to travel to. However, when he arrived in the office at the top of the science lab, he was surprised to see that there was no sign of her. He spent the next twenty minutes wondering anxiously whether Lucy had simply refused to turn up - he wouldn't blame her, after their traumatising mission yesterday and their severe lack of sleep. He nearly called her on her cell phone - after all, why else had they exchanged numbers? - but just as the thought occurred to him, Lucy herself came hurrying through to join them, looking for some reason even more terrified than she had done at any point during their trip to 1937.

'Hey,' she said, in the same clothes from before and breathing heavily as she looked back and forth to Wyatt and Rufus, panic-stricken. 'What's changed in your lives?'

Wyatt looked confused. 'Wh-?'

'Since we got back from 1937, what has changed for you?' Lucy asked impatiently, her face contorted with fear and despair.

'I just had an unsuccessful evening with a girl, so...nothing, really,' Rufus replied.

'Why? What's wrong?' Wyatt asked Lucy at once, concerned; she was shaking.

'My sister's gone,' she said, a tremor in her voice.

Wyatt frowned. 'Gone? Gone where?'

'Gone as in...erased from history,' Lucy said desperately, and he could tell she was fighting back tears of rage. 'Something that Flynn did or we did to the Hindenburg has changed my family. My mother isn't sick anymore, and my sister was never born!'

Her voice was out of control, almost hysterical, and Agent Christopher, Connor Mason and Jiya had come over to join them with frowns on their faces, curious about Lucy's evident distress.

'Lucy, we have a dossier on you, and it doesn't say anything about a sister,' Agent Christopher said slowly, looking at Lucy as if she had lost her mind.

Lucy was really beginning to panic now. She had to get them to believe her. She had to get them to do something to help her set things right. She had been so happy when she'd entered her house to see her mother there, with her long glossy blonde hair and warm smile as she chopped up ingredients at the kitchen counter like nothing had been wrong at all...but then when she had asked who Amy was. My God. Lucy had never expected to feel anything like it, like her whole world had been rent apart. She had been feeling like she might throw up ever since.

'Look, this is her right here,' Lucy said urgently; she'd opened up the locket attached to her necklace...the locket in which Amy's photograph was still firmly in place.

Mason took the locket in his hands and stared at the photo in amazement. 'You wore this on the trip back to 1937?' he said, dazed. 'That is incredible. You took it from a timeline where your sister existed, carried it here...to where she doesn't.'

Enraged, Lucy snatched the locket back from Mason's fingers and glared at him. 'I do not share your excitement, Mr. Mason. Whatever changed, you have to change back,' Lucy said, her voice shaking with fury. 'Change it back!'

'I'm sorry, Lucy, but Flynn is hours ahead of us. We don't have time for this,' Agent Christopher said urgently.

'Why not? We have a time machine, don't we?' Lucy pointed out, outraged, and she turned desperately to Wyatt and Rufus for back-up.

Rufus was quiet, his eyes fixed on the floor, a guilty look on his face. Wyatt's face was set in a frown, and he was scowling at Agent Christopher. Lucy had never seen him look so angry.

'Flynn could be decimating history right now. Our reality could change like that any second,' Agent Christopher said sharply. 'You need to go.

'Not until we figure this out,' Lucy protested, almost pleadingly, and she wished with all her might that she would not start crying.

Agent Christopher was looking annoyed now. 'Lucy-' she began, but Wyatt cut over her.

'Hey, you dragged her into all this,' he snapped, furious. 'She just lost her sister. Give her a damn minute.'

Agent Christopher stared at him, shocked and momentarily speechless. Her lips trembling, Lucy inclined her head to look at Wyatt; their eyes met. He hoped she could see just how truly sorry he was for what had happened to her, just as she hoped he could see how grateful - not to mention, surprised - she felt by his words, by his thoughtfulness.

'Flynn went back to April 14, 1865,' Agent Christopher went on urgently, and Wyatt tore his eyes away from Lucy as Christopher fixed him with a stern look. 'Now, you need to get moving, and you need to eliminate Garcia Flynn. Are we clear?'

If it had been any other date, Lucy would probably have said no. She would have probably screamed and shouted until some decent human being in charge within this facility listened to her and came up with a plan of what to do. But there was no avoiding the fact that April the 14th, 1865 was something she could never let Flynn interfere with. She had to force herself to realise that some things, like the assassination of President Abraham Lincoln, had to take priority over her own personal vendetta.

Wyatt couldn't stop worrying about Lucy as he and Rufus retrieved some old armies' uniforms that would help them pass off as soldiers in 1865. He didn't remember if Lucy had mentioned having a sister yesterday. But then again, why would he? Amy Preston had never existed. Only she had. Lucy had the photograph in her locket and the memories to prove it. Something they or Flynn had done in 1937 had somehow changed Lucy's present, in such an unthinkable way that Wyatt was simply astonished that Lucy was managing to function at all. If her sister had died unexpectedly, that would have been one thing. But for Amy to never have even been born at all? It was beyond terrible, and Lucy was the last person who deserved anything like that to happen to her. It wasn't fair...she'd had practically no choice but to cooperate when she had been brought in by Homeland Security, and now as a result of Lucy simply carrying out her duty, she had lost her sibling, with no idea how and therefore no hope of getting her back.

Wyatt expected Lucy to need a little more time to recover and possibly have a cry once they had gotten dressed but he was wrong; she approached the Lifeboat not long after he and Rufus had got strapped in, and it was clear from her face that her mind was set, her head in the game. She was putting thoughts of Amy on the backbench for now, and focusing instead entirely on how to stop Flynn messing with her idol's murder.

She climbed up through the capsule door with even more difficulty than before, mainly due to the ridiculously big burgundy dress she'd been forced into, and Wyatt reached out a hand to stop her from tripping over herself.

'Okay, uh, whoah, whoa!' Wyatt protested, as Lucy whacked him with her underskirts, agitated.

'Sorry,' Lucy murmured distractedly, hatred pouring from her eyes as she once more looked around the infernal machine that had already caused so much damage after just one trip.

Wyatt could tell she was extremely nervous to be back in here - and who could really blame her, after what had happened last time, and what she had come back to?

'Just sit,' Wyatt said firmly, trying to calm her down.

She sat down opposite him, breathing heavily and looking like she was about to have a panic attack. Wyatt sighed and leaned forward.

'Here, let me,' he offered, and he reached out to help her with her seatbelts.

He began to buckle her in, making sure her straps were tight and secure enough, and Lucy felt her breathing slow down as her eyes fell upon Wyatt's face. She was scared and angry, but, although she not entirely reassured by Jiya's promise to try and look into what had happened to Amy while they would be away on their mission, it was somewhat comforting to know that there was someone on Lucy's side. Not just Jiya actually - Wyatt, as well. Just his presence, his calm persona, the gentle way in which he was strapping her in, the fact that he was trying to comfort her...it was already making her feel slightly better.

Wyatt gazed up at Lucy now and couldn't seem to take his eyes away as he continued to fasten her into her seat. The bonnet on her head really suited her; with her hair tied back, it emphasised the shape of her face.

'I was really hoping I'd never have to get in this damn thing again,' Lucy muttered bitterly.

Testing the length and security of Lucy's straps, Wyatt then removed his hands from the buckled seatbelts and took a deep breath. 'Lucy, I'm sorry about your sister,' he said sincerely.

It was the first time he had spoken her name. He was amazed she was still coming on this mission, after what she had just discovered back at home. She really was an inspiring woman, Wyatt had to admit.

'Thank you,' Lucy murmured, 'for backing me with Agent Christopher.'

His eyes were so stunningly blue as he continued to gaze at her. No, stop it, Lucy thought to herself fiercely, you cannot get attached.

Wyatt leaned back in his seat to test his own seatbelts. 'Trust me. We're gonna fix it,' he said reassuringly, and Lucy felt herself smile for the first time since discovering that Amy had gone. 'We're gonna fix everything.'

They arrived in 1865 in time to see the fireworks celebration going on in the sky above them; the Civil War had just ended, and Lucy momentarily forgot about her sickness and whiplash and grief, as she gazed in wonder at the sight before her, at the history that had been made today. She had spent years of dedicated research studying and teaching this very period, this very day, and now here she was. It was still so hard to believe.

They lay low until dawn broke, figuring they wouldn't get any success finding Flynn in the middle of the night. They took the opportunity to try and get a couple of hours' sleep in the Lifeboat, having still not recovered from yesterday's exhausting mission, and then made their way towards Ford's Theatre, where Lucy knew that John Wilkes Booth, the man planning to assassinate Lincoln, would collect his mail at 10am. Wyatt was impressed, not to mention relieved, to find out that Lucy had actually written one of the books all about John Wilkes Booth and the story of what he did this very day. He was optimistic that they might even have a proper chance this time to stop whatever Flynn was planning to change the assassination that would take place tonight. Although, from exchanging a look with Rufus, he knew he wasn't alone in thinking that if Flynn somehow changed the assassination so that Lincoln didn't actually die, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing. After all, Lincoln was working to abolish all slavery for African Americans; if he stayed alive after today, it would improve the future for Rufus's ancestors and so many others in ways that were too good to be true. Maybe they could actually stop the assassination and use the time machine to do some good in the world. He doubted that Lucy would take this view, however...something she later confirmed later that afternoon when they had taken refuge in a grubby hotel room not far from the theatre.

Wyatt had been hit in the middle of a shootout with Flynn's henchmen, and Lucy and Rufus had been left with no choice but to abandon Flynn - where he was poisoning John Wilkes Booth's mind with God knows what kind of manipulative, evil suggestions - to get shelter and much-needed medical attention for Wyatt. As they waited for Rufus to hurry back with supplies, Lucy nervously helped Wyatt off with his blood-stained shirt, flinching at the sight of his injury. She stared at his bare toned chest, his muscled arms…the massive deep hole in his torso, blood spilling out rapidly. She couldn't believe how he wasn't yelling out in agony. She was even more in awe of his bravery when Rufus returned and, under Wyatt's calm guided instruction, used a sterilized knife to get the bullet out of his stomach. Scared that she would faint from the sight of the bloody, pulsing bullet wound, Lucy distracted herself by focusing instead on working out why Flynn had introduced modern firepower to John Wilkes Booth.

While Rufus dealt with Wyatt's bullet, Lucy paced up and down the hotel room, deliberating aloud about what Flynn's aim could possibly be. Lincoln's death had been famously part of a much larger conspiracy to kill the four most powerful men in government in one fell swoop: Lincoln, Vice President Johnson, Secretary of State Seward, and General Grant. The other shooters had either never followed through or just failed outright with this devastating plan, but now Flynn had brought them semiautomatic weapons, Lucy and the others couldn't help wondering whether Flynn was trying to help them succeed. If this was the case, and those other three men were also killed, then it would cripple the Union, revive the Confederacy, and prevent Johnson and Grant from becoming Presidents…it would make America, as they knew it, completely unrecognisable.

Lucy left once they had come to this realisation, to try and set things right by first checking that Grant would be getting the train out of town that he had originally been supposed to get. Wyatt didn't like leaving her to fend for herself out there, with Flynn and his dangerous henchmen, but she had fled from the room before he had a chance to come up with another sensible option. Besides, there was no chance of him moving to go after her anyway…he was too busy lying still enough so that Rufus would be able to get the damn bullet out from under his skin.

When Lucy returned half an hour later, she was looking more harassed and panicked than ever…but it was the large box she carried under her arm that made Wyatt frown.

'Um…you went shopping?' Wyatt asked sceptically from his bed, the bullet finally removed from his wound now.

Lucy took a deep breath as she put the box down on the other bed. 'Robert Lincoln invited me to a play,' she announced reluctantly, her cheeks colouring slightly.

Wyatt felt a strange twinge of annoyance. Robert was the kind, over-friendly man she had met by the mail in the theatre this morning, before the shootout. She had introduced herself to him as an actress called Juliet Shakesman, apparently – clearly trying to impress.

'A play?' Rufus said, looking round at her with a perplexed look on his face. 'You mean, the play?

'General Grant's gonna be there tonight,' Lucy went on. 'Flynn sabotaged his train.'

Wyatt felt his stomach drop. 'You saw Flynn,' he said, struggling to sit up in his bed as he gazed up at Lucy in terror, full of guilt…he knew it had been a mistake to let her go out there alone. What would he have done if something had happened to her?

Lucy swallowed. 'I saw him leaving the train station,' she replied after a slight hesitation, avoiding Wyatt's eye contact, and there was a stilted pause as Wyatt frowned at her. 'The point is, Grant's gonna be there tonight, and…I've gotta save him.'

'How, exactly?' Wyatt asked cynically.

'I don't know,' Lucy said helplessly, as she unpacked her box containing her new outfit for tonight and spread out the accessories on the bed distractedly. 'I'll, uh, get Grant out of the balcony before Booth shows up? Somehow.'

''Kay, I'm pretty sure we can come up with a better plan than that,' Wyatt said, as he began to wrap a bandage around his stomach.

'Will these help?' Lucy asked, breathing heavily, and Wyatt's eyes widened as he looked at the two antique pistol guns she was holding up – clearly, she had been for shopping for more than just a fancy evening dress.

'Nice, and I assume with all that, we're gonna save everybody but Lincoln?' Rufus asked crossly.

Lucy looked round at him sternly and shook her head. 'Rufus-'

'All you have to do is open your mouth to save him,' Rufus pointed out, angry and utterly bewildered. 'And you're just gonna let Booth shoot him in the head?'

'Do you think…any of this is easy for me?' Lucy said desperately, and Rufus's face fell. 'My whole life, I've idolized Lincoln. When I was a little girl, I-I would memorize his speeches.'

'Well then, do something.'

'We would come back to an entirely different world. Who knows if it would be better or if there would be anything left to come back to at all?' Lucy said imploringly, looking back and forth between Wyatt and Rufus, and wishing they would stop looking at her like she were some heartless robot. 'The present isn't perfect, but it's ours. Awful as it is, what happens to Lincoln is meant to be.'

There was a silence as the two men tried to comprehend her logic.

'What about my wife?' Wyatt asked, his voice breaking on the last word, and there was a horrified pause as Lucy and Rufus looked up at him. ''Cause by your logic, you're saying that bad things like…my wife's death…are "meant to be". You wouldn't use the time machine to save her either?'

He stared at her, trying to read whatever was going through her mind. He knew he'd put her in a difficult position, but he wanted to know her stance on this. And he could see it clearly from the way she simply stood there in uncomfortable silence, her eyes eventually flickering away to avoid his penetrating gaze.

Wyatt almost felt his heart break again. 'Wow,' he whispered, straightening up, surprised by how capable this woman was of hurting him. 'You are saying that.'

Lucy's face twitched and she began shaking her head rapidly, looking down at the bed, but the damage was already done. The disappointment in her was etched in every feature of Wyatt's expression.

'So…' Wyatt said, getting up from his bed and covering up his pain with ease as he walked over to Lucy. 'Your sister is supposed to live, and my wife is supposed to die? Is that it?'

'That's not fair,' Lucy murmured, still shaking her head.

'You just lost your sister,' Wyatt said, frowning at her, 'and you're gonna sit next to Robert Lincoln and let him lose his father?'

Lucy stared back at him. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know how she could justify her logic, and it killed her to see that look of hatred in Wyatt's eyes as he frowned down at her. Maybe Wyatt and Rufus had a point after all…maybe she was the one in the wrong. Maybe she was just as monstrous as Flynn.

The sharp tap on the hotel room door came far too quickly for Lucy, having not had time to mentally prepare herself for the ordeal she was about to put herself through.

'Mr. Robert Todd Lincoln downstairs for Miss Shakesman.'

'I'll be down in a minute,' Lucy called anxiously, and she emerged from behind the wooden dressing screen looking incredibly nervous…and incredibly beautiful.

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and checking the inside of her purse, she turned to Wyatt and Rufus sat on the cosy chairs in front of her and gave them an awkward look.

'Um…' She gestured her outfit, hoping for some kind of indication of approval that she looked decent.

The dress Lucy wore was an off-white colour, with off-the-shoulder sleeves decorated with blue frilly lace, and a long puffy skirt embroidered with blue floral patterns. She wore a splendid set of sparkling jewellery to finish off the look, and she looked stunning.

Wyatt blinked rapidly as he took in the sight before him, and, though he did not particularly like Lucy after their strained discussion earlier, he couldn't help smiling as he looked her up and down. Lucy gave a faint smile in return, relieved; she'd only needed that familiar sly twitch of Wyatt's lips to reassure her that she was good to go.

'Uh…' She walked over tentatively to him and he carefully placed one of the pistol guns in her hand, which she put into her purse. 'Now, please. You'll save Secretary of State Seward? And you'll save Vice President Johnson?' she asked them both anxiously.

Wyatt looked over at Rufus, irritated. 'Yeah, we got it,' Wyatt replied, though Lucy didn't miss the annoyed tone in his voice.

She wondered how long he would remain bitter at her for simply having different views regarding the importance of fixed historical events in time. Knowing it was useless trying to talk sense into him now, Lucy walked away, grabbing her long coat and heading for the door, when Rufus spoke up.

'Lucy, just…' Rufus paused and gazed at her imploringly. 'Think about who you save.'

Lucy stared back, shaken by his words, and gave Wyatt one last hard look before marching out of the door to meet Robert Lincoln. Wyatt looked away as she shut the door firmly, and passed the other pistol gun over to Rufus.

'She looks good,' Rufus said, somewhat grudgingly, and his eyebrows flickered in Wyatt's direction as he watched him.

'Yeah,' Wyatt admitted heavily, 'she really does.'

'Poor Robert won't know what to do with himself,' Rufus said, laughing, and Wyatt rolled his eyes irritably before changing the subject.

Hours later at Ford's Theatre, Lucy felt like she was in some sort of trance as she sat beside Robert Lincoln and pretended to watch the play being performed below while waiting for the inevitable. Ever since she had been old enough to learn about it, Lucy had always dwelled on the devastating repercussions of Abraham Lincoln's death, of what a tragedy it had been that he had not been able to set forth his plans to make America greater and introduce equal rights for all. She'd even daydreamed as a child about the changes he could have made and the amazing things he could have done to change the world for the better…if only someone had been able to stop the assassination taking place.

And now here she was. Sat not far from President Lincoln himself in his box. Just waiting for it to happen. She could feel her eyes watering, her hands shaking…and then she heard the door swing open behind her, considerably later than she had expected it to, and spun round in her chair to see that it was Flynn in the doorway holding a pistol gun, not John Wilkes Booth. Flynn froze for a moment at the sight of Lucy, clearly having not expected her to be there, then aimed his gun.

'No! Mr President!' Lucy shrieked in despair, without thinking, but it was too late – knocking Robert Lincoln unconscious, Flynn pointed the pistol and shot Abraham Lincoln cleanly in the back of the head.

Lucy screamed out and clutched her face in horror, but forced herself to fight against Flynn – after all, there was still General Grant here in the box to protect. After a struggle, she grabbed the pistol from her purse that Wyatt had given her, but Flynn was too quick for her and jumped down from the presidential box to escape. Lucy wondered if she would have been able to shoot him anyway, despite what he had just done.

It came as a huge relief for Lucy to see Wyatt and Rufus an hour after the assassination had taken place. She had spent a considerable amount of time reporting to a police officer about what had happened – though she'd made sure to include John Wilkes Booth in her story – and, after Wyatt and Rufus had confirmed that they had managed to save the other two men from being shot, Lucy wanted nothing more than to just go home.

As they made their way back, stunned and exhausted, to the Lifeboat, Lucy couldn't help picturing the grief, the pain in Robert Lincoln's eyes as he'd said goodbye to her once his father had been pronounced dead.

'I wish I could have saved your father,' Lucy had told him desperately.

But Robert had shaken his head. 'There was nothing you could have done.'

He was wrong though. She could have stopped it. Wyatt and Rufus had been right. She'd known in advance, she could have warned him, she could have done something…she should have stopped it.

It was Lucy's turn to help Wyatt climb up into the capsule of the Lifeboat this time – his gunshot wound was still causing him pain and needed urgent medical attention. As soon as she'd helped him into his seat inside the ship, she collapsed into the seat opposite and for the first time noticed the stains on her skirt. She hadn't realised that her dress was soaked in Abraham Lincoln's blood.

As Wyatt groaned and winced, and Rufus tapped away on the keypads and controls to trace the CPU of the Mothership, Lucy simply stared into space, seeing and feeling nothing. She was still shaking.

'Flynn's back in the present,' Rufus then announced heavily. 'Let's go home.'

There was a silence as Wyatt and Rufus began to strap themselves in. But Lucy hadn't even thought about her seatbelt. She couldn't think about anything else apart from the horror she had just witnessed.

'I decided I was gonna let it happen,' Lucy murmured in a small voice, staring at nothing in particular. 'But then I called out to warn him. It was too late.'

She was shaking her head, and gazing at Rufus with a look of deep sorrow in her watery eyes. Wyatt frowned as he noticed that there was dried blood on her neck from when Flynn had shot Lincoln. The sight shook him to his very core. He couldn't believe he had let her put herself at risk like that. She could have been shot dead herself, and it would have been entirely his fault.

Lucy looked like she was about to cry at any minute. 'It's one thing to talk about history like this abstract thing. But when the man gets shot right in front of you…I tried,' she whispered helplessly.

Wyatt looked at her for a moment – dishevelled and blood-stained, her hair a mess and her mascara smudged, her tearful eyes begging for forgiveness – and then slowly leaned forward; he reached out and took her hand. Desperately trying not to cry, Lucy looked down gratefully at their intertwined hands and then back up at Wyatt's sympathetic gaze, and she knew then that she was not alone.

Lucy hadn't exactly warmed to Wyatt until that moment. Sure, she'd thought he was attractive (after all, she wasn't blind) and a charmer. But it was only now, as his thumb brushed her hand softly, that she started to actually like him as a person. He wasn't a reckless, selfish soldier who was only fixed on the mission and taking orders, like she'd previously surmised. He was caring. Even after their disagreement earlier this evening, he'd put it behind him so that he could be there for her in this moment of turmoil. It was small comfort after what she had just experienced tonight, but it was certainly better than nothing. And so she squeezed his hand in return and managed to give him a small smile, knowing now that at least she had a friend in all this madness.

Wyatt was taken to an emergency medical team the moment they arrived back in 2016. While the doctors saw to him, Lucy was relieved to find out that not much of history had been altered – only that a tall mysterious gunman had killed Lincoln, but that the assassination had been planned by John Wilkes Booth as part of a larger conspiracy. She had even left her own legacy behind as Juliet Shakesman, the obscure actress who had saved General Grant. She tried to view these results positively, but could only be troubled by it; what if someone else's life had changed drastically as a result of the small changes they'd made? What if someone else had been erased from existence, and no one had even realised?

After their briefing and a quick private meeting with Jiya, Lucy showered and changed, allowing a few tears to fall as she aggressively soaked off Lincoln's blood from her body, and then got ready to leave, wondering when she would next be summoned back to Mason Industries to get back in that terrible machine. At this rate, she would probably end up getting fired from Stanford University for simply not showing up to work – she couldn't exactly tell the truth about where she had been. Before reaching the building exit, Lucy decided spontaneously to make a detour into the medical room where Wyatt was being held, to check how he was doing. When she knocked on the door and entered, she found him sat down on his own, apparently waiting for his doctor to return, and he was topless. His bandages were torn slightly, and drenched in blood.

'Hey,' Lucy greeted softly, trying not to let her eyes wander to his bare torso…but she didn't fool him.

'Shall I make myself decent?' Wyatt said, a hint of a flirtatious smile on his face.

Lucy rolled her eyes as she walked into the room. 'Calm down, I've already seen you without your shirt off.'

'So…to what do I owe this pleasure, ma'am?' he asked, and Lucy glared at him; would he ever stop calling her that?

'I just wanted to check how your injury's doing, and…well, I wondered if you wanted a lift home,' Lucy said, trying to play it casual. 'Agent Christopher says you don't live too far from me, I could drop you off?'

'Thanks, but I'm all right. I'm gonna call a cab after the medic's given me some more stitches,' Wyatt replied, and he winced slightly as he shuffled in his seat.

'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, don't wait around for me. You go home,' Wyatt urged, and he smiled. 'Spend some time with your mother.'

Lucy's face fell. 'You know what, I'm not sure if I can handle doing that,' she admitted, running a hand through her hair.

'Because Amy won't be there?' Wyatt asked sympathetically.

'Not just that,' Lucy said heavily, and she turned to face Wyatt with her arms folded; he was watching her questioningly, a frown on his face. 'Jiya looked into what happened to Amy. It turns out that my mom and my dad, Henry, never got married in this timeline. My dad married the granddaughter of some girl who should have died in the Hindenburg but didn't. It explains why my mom doesn't have lung cancer – my dad was the one who got her smoking, but seeming as they never met…no smoking, no cancer. And it explains why Amy was never born.'

Wyatt looked confused. 'So how come you haven't vanished from existence as well?'

'Because Henry was never my real biological father.'

A short silence followed her words.

'Damn,' Wyatt whispered eventually; would this poor woman ever get a break?

'Yeah. My mom's one hell of a liar, I'll give her that,' Lucy said bitterly, leaning against one of the counters, and she closed her eyes for a few moments, trying to clear her head. 'Don't get me wrong, I'm not a monster, I'm…obviously I'm so happy that she's not terminally ill, God knows it's all I've wanted for nearly a year, but…to go back home to her now and face her, knowing the lies she's told me, the secrets she's kept…' She trailed off, downcast.

Wyatt tilted his head at her. 'Hey. You've posed as a hijacking terrorist and survived an explosion on the Hindenburg. You've saved a future President of America from being shot, not to mention watch your favourite historical figure ever being killed right in front of you. If you can live through that, you can do anything,' he said gently. 'Just talk to your mom. Tell her you've found out the truth, tell her everything, and let her talk about it and explain why she did what she did. You deserve that.'

'And what about Amy? I just let that slide?' Lucy asked helplessly, her voice wavering. 'I just accept the fact that…something Flynn did in the past erased my innocent sister from existence, without my mom even remembering her?'

Wyatt sighed. 'That's not up to me, Lucy. That's something you need to work on with Agent Christopher, see if there's anything that can be done. But you heard Rufus yesterday…there are no do-overs,' he said, and there was a pause as he tried to accept that fact himself. 'Are you all right?'

'No. I'm not,' Lucy admitted, and she took a deep breath. 'But I'm hoping I will be, eventually.'

'You will,' Wyatt encouraged, nodding.

'What about you? You okay?'

Wyatt shrugged. 'Meh, it's just a bullet hole in my skin, it's nothing,' he said, and his lips twitched at the half-exasperated, half-amused look on Lucy's face.

'Actually, I didn't mean about your injury,' she said quietly. 'Wyatt, are we good?'

'As in, moral people, or…?'

'As in, you and me, are we okay with each other? Are you still mad at me, after what I said today?' Lucy asked, concerned and guilt-ridden, and Wyatt looked down, a slight smile on his face. 'Because…you have every right to be if you are. I understand.'

He looked up at her and held out his hand. 'We're good,' he promised, and with a tentative smile Lucy shook his hand. 'Good luck talking to your mom tonight.'

'Thanks,' Lucy said gratefully, as she headed back towards the door. 'I'll need it.'

But confronting her mother about the truth of her biological parentage wasn't all Lucy needed to be prepared for, because when she arrived home that evening she quickly discovered that she had arrived late to her own engagement party…and that was when she met her fiancé for the very first time.