Jessica walked slowly around their home. Much remained the same. There were still pictures of her and Wyatt, and their wedding photo was still on the mantel. Her cloths still hang in the closet, and the bear Wyatt once won for her still sat on their bed.
It didn't look like he had moved on with someone else. She sighed, feeling a bit of sadness as she passed by the still empty room that was suppose to be their nursery.
Six years ago she happened to bump into Wyatt. It was all planned out, it was a job. She was to make Wyatt fall in love with her, then get detailed information on classified information Wyatt had access to during a job duty at the White House. Once she had that, she would be paid 5 million dollars and free to live her life as she choose.
She never expected to fall in love with him herself, but she did. She thought it would be wonderful, she loved him as he did her, they would get the five million dollars and be set to start their family.
She never expected the job to be so hard. Wyatt refused to talk to her about the military or his work with the government.
Her phone rang, bringing her back to the present.
"What is it?" She asked, seeing Ben Cahill's number.
"Things didn't go as planned. Wyatt was shot, instead of the intended target. He's at Mercy Hospital in surgery. Get there and be the grieving wife. Remember, you are to act like you were never gone."
"Got it." She said, hanging up and rushing to her car, tears in her eyes.
Maybe Rittenhouse had wanted her to pretend. Maybe she met Wyatt with the goal of only gaining information. But she had fallen in love with him and he was her husband.
"Please be okay, Wyatt" she prayed.
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"What happened, exactly? Agent Denise Christopher asked.
"Can we NOT talk about this right now?" Rufus asked, glancing around the waiting room.
Denis scanned the area. There was a woman on the far end of the room, and a man and woman on the other end. "Now is as good of a time as any. All we can do is wait, and if we keep our voices down, we are out of ear shot. Now tell me exactly what happened!"
"That bullet was meant got me," Lucy sobbed. Jiya reached over, putting an arm around Lucy in an attempt to comfort her.
"We found Flynn leading the O'Briens on board the Titanic. Wyatt called after them. Flynn came to us and said we needed to talk. He said one of his men had inside information on Rittenhouse and there was a hit out on Lucy. Wyatt wanted to know more and we figured we still had plenty of time to get the O'Briens. "
"Why was there a hit on Lucy?" Agent Christopher asked.
Rufus and Lucy shook their heads, " We don't know. Flynn never said. He was rambling on about how he thought Jessica wasn't murdered but was kidnapped. Wyatt wasn't believing him and pulled his gun. He shot at Flynn, but missed. A man Flynn called Samuel was behind Wyatt and fired a shot at Lucy. Wyatt pulled her behind him to protect her. He took the billet for her. Flynn shot and I assume killed Samuel."
"After that Flynn helped us with Wyatt then went back to the mother ship, I suppose." Lucy finished with tears welding in her eyes, " It should be me in there."
"Lucy, stopped blaming yourself." Rufus said, "none of this is your fault. Wyatt loves you, he did what he had to do to protect you. You would do the same for him."
"Do we know if any history changed? What happened to the O'Briens?" Lucy tried to focus her mind on something else.
"We don't know." Jiya stated. " we all rushed down here without checking the time line. Whatever changed is changed. Nothing can be done about it now. We will check it out once we get word on Wyatt."
Finally the double does opened and a doctor stepped out, "Family for Logan? Wyatt Logan?" the doctor called out.
"Yes, I am his wife, Jessica Logan." A lady with long blond hair stood quickly.
"Right this way, Mrs. Logan. The doctor smiled.
Lucy, Rufus, Jiya, and Denise looked at each other in shock.
"We are here for Mr. Logan too." Lucy called out.
"Are you family?"
"We're his team. We were there when it happened." Rufus stood up.
"Sorry, only family at this time. Mrs. Logan will keep you updated. I will tell you when he can have visitors."
Jessica smiled softly at them, then followed the doctor into a conference room, closing the door.
"Well I guess we know one thing that changed." Lucy said with mixed emotions.
It was great that Jessica was back, that was what Wyatt had wanted most of all. However, she knew that with Jessica's return, she had no chance to be anything but friends with Wyatt. She felt a tear roll down her check. She felt as if she was losing a piece of her heart.
"You know anything about Jessica?" Rufus frowned, looking at Agent Christopher.
"No, but like Jiya said, we didn't check the history yet."
"No, I mean, when something changes in the past, those living in present day gain or lose memories. Such as, when Lucy lost her sister, she was in the past and retained all her memories. However, her mother was in the present and lost all memories. See what I am saying?" Rufus asked.
Denise shook her head, "No, I think you lost me."
"Wyatt works for you, right?"
"Yes," Denise answered, still confused.
"You have a list of emergency contacts, such as next of kin?" Rufus pressed.
"Yes, we notified his parents but they live out of state. His wife passed." She stopped and looked at Rufus with a horrified look as it suddenly hit her.
"Oh my God," Lucy gasped, catching where Rufus was going with this.
"What is it?" Jiya asked, puzzled.
"If Jessica was killed four years ago, and something in the past changed, meaning she was never killed, then no one in present day should remember her being killed." Everything would be as if it never happened. Only Wyatt, Lucy, and myself would retain both memories." Rufus explained.
Jiya's eyes grew wide, "we need to get back to the computers, NOW. We gotta see if any of the headlines are the same."
"Let's go," Denise stood, "Rufus, you and Lucy stay here. Keep us updated on things. If Jessica talks to you, just act like everything is normal."
Lucy nodded and the two left the room. Her hands trembled, a million thoughts racing though her head.
"Want some coffee? It may be a long night." Rufus offered.
"Okay. Thank you." Lucy mumbled.
"Cream?" Rufus asked.
"Sure." Lucy sounded distant, which worried Rufus.