Cassandra lived in a pretty nice house, to be fair to her. They had a swanky car out front. Lucy and Wyatt had come to collect Henry in Wyatt's car while Amy sorted the house out, fixing the sofabed in the office into a bed rather than a sofa. Amy and Lucy had gone out and bought a duvet and pillows for Henry while Wyatt had gone home. The last thing they wanted was for Henry to go home and tell his mother that they weren't prepared for him.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Lucy asked as the car came to a halt. Wyatt nodded. Lucy reached across and squeezed his hand. "It's gonna be good, sweetheart."

He nodded again, looking out and seemingly contemplating the house that Henry lived in. "Okay, babydoll. Let's go and meet my son." Lucy nodded, giving him a wide smile. She undid his seatbelt.

Lucy grabbed his hand impulsively on the walk up and gave it a squeeze, not letting go. She didn't really care if Cassandra thought they were dating. All she wanted was to help Wyatt. Wyatt knocked on the door and they heard a shrill voice shouting inside. Wyatt winced. "Was she that shrill when you met her?" Lucy asked, horrified, and Wyatt nodded.

"And trust me, I have first hand knowledge," he said and Lucy looked over at him a bit disgustedly, pushing the idea of Wyatt making this girl scream out of her head. Eventually, Cassandra opened the door. She was short and redheaded and very pretty. It was easy to see why Wyatt had been attracted to her, although Lucy would have thought he would've been turned off at the very sound of her voice.

"Hi," Wyatt said with a smile. "Is Henry ready?"

Cassandra rolled her eyes and invited them to step on in. "I see you're still seeing the bitch that found me out." Lucy's mouth dropped open. She'd almost forgotten that it had supposedly been her that brought Wyatt together with his son. Although, she had no idea why that made her a bitch. "Oh, close your mouth, honey. You'll let flies in." Wyatt looked at Lucy with alarm in his eyes when her mouth popped closed. "Henry, are you ready?" she shouted up the stairs, causing both Wyatt and Lucy to wince.

The house seemed pretty nice from the inside. There were pictures of Cassandra with what Lucy assumed was her boyfriend on the wall, everywhere, and quite a few of Henry too. He was a very sweet child and he really did look like Wyatt. "Yes, mommy," they heard from upstairs and then a mini-Wyatt started trooping down the stairs with a backpack. "Hi, Dad," he said with a big grin.

"Hey, kid," Wyatt replied, going to meet him halfway and grab his backpack which weighed far too much for a three-year-old boy. He slung it across his back. It did funny things to Lucy's stomach. "You know Lucy right?" he checked and Henry bobbed his head. Lucy greeted him with a high five and a grin at Wyatt. "We've got so much fun planned for you." Henry grinned up at his dad. With that, Wyatt turned to Cassandra and informed him that they would return with Henry the same time the next day, which was a Saturday, hence no school. She gave them a tight smile and slammed the door behind them. Lucy gave Wyatt a wide-eyed look, which he shrugged at. He took Henry's hand, leading him to the car.

"Are we going to your house, Dad?" Henry asked, happily allowing his dad to lift him into the carseat Lucy and Amy had picked up that afternoon.

"Nah, kiddo. We're going to go to Lucy and Amy's," Wyatt said and Lucy watched his face. He looked so hopeful but she knew that he was petrified of screwing this up. "That okay?" he checked as Lucy got into the back seat next to Henry, who nodded in answer.

"We're gonna get pizza and play some games and watch some movies," Lucy told Henry, who began to ask her lots of questions. "Wyatt, you need to strap him in," she said softly as Henry continued. Wyatt looked flustered and Lucy grinned at him. "Come on, you're the best at buckling me in," she teased and he gave her a worried look. "Your dad always straps me in when we go on missions," Lucy informed Henry.

"Are you a soldier too, Lucy?" Henry asked eagerly and Lucy smiled at Wyatt.

"The very best," Wyatt replied, finally able to strap his son in. "Right, let's go have some fun!"

The ride from Cassandra's to Lucy's wasn't very long and Lucy spent the entire time making funny faces at Henry and delighting in his giggles. Every so often, she and Wyatt would meet eyes in the rear view mirror and she would give him a beaming smile. When they arrived at Lucy's, Amy greeted them at the door, shaking Henry's hand vigorously.

Amy had set up the living room like a fort, with the TV inside. "This is amazing!" Henry announced, running into the fort with his little legs. Wyatt thanked Amy profusely and she shrugged it off. Lucy grinned. She was dizzy from how good their day had been. She'd felt miserable and alone for so long, after Amy had disappeared from reality. And, now, here she was, with her sister and her best friend and her best friend's son, and life was amazing.

"I thought we could make pizzas," Amy suggested and Lucy and Wyatt agreed immediately. It would be fun to make a mess and have fun with Henry. "I got all the stuff in."

"What do you wanna watch, Henry?" Wyatt asked, ducking down to enter the fort where his son had placed himself on the sofa, surrounded by cushions and blankets. Wyatt pulled up films on the TV and the two of them flicked through the kids' films together, while Lucy watched on. Was it too much to ask to stay in this moment forever?

"Loins burning?" Amy hissed from behind her, interrupting her reverie, and Lucy whirled around on her furiously. "Woah, calm down, Lucy. Just saying you're staring at him as though you'd like to take him upstairs for a few rounds." Lucy had to laugh. Her sister was so forthright. She said exactly what she thought and that was what she'd been missing in the months her sister had disappeared from her life. Lovingly, Lucy wrapped her arms around her sister's waist and leaned her head on her hair.

"I've missed you," she said. She didn't see Amy's face but it must have been confusing to have someone who you lived with and who you saw 24/7 say that they missed you.

"Even if I'm not going to let up about taking that lovely-looking soldier there to your bed until you do it?" Amy teased and Lucy nodded, pressing a kiss against her cheek. "I'm sure I'll get annoying eventually and you'll want to send me back to non-existence."

"Never," Lucy swore.

Wyatt poked his head out of the fort at this point, "hey, slow coaches, we're watching Frozen. Are you joining us?" Wyatt said. The two of them shared a look and burst out laughing.

"We're coming," Lucy said, giggling as they ducked down and joined Wyatt and Henry in the fort. Lucy had to admit that her sister had done a good job with the fort. It was just like the ones their dad had made for them when they were younger. "Was Frozen your choice, big macho soldier man?" she teased, snuggling into the pillows beside Henry, her sister at her side, also chuckling at the thought of Wyatt choosing the film about princesses.

"It was Henry's choice. I've actually never seen it," Wyatt admitted. Lucy was not shocked. "What's it about?" he asked as he flicked it on.

"Wait and see," Amy said, pointing at the Disney logo blooming on the screen. Henry shushed them at that point and Amy shared a fake-guilty look with her sister, before giggling slightly. Lucy leaned on Amy's shoulder as they settled down to watch what was admittedly one of the best recent Disney films.

The film was quite long for a Disney film but Lucy hadn't seen it in a while. And it was enjoyable watching Wyatt's reactions to the plot twists. At first, she thought he might have been doing them for Henry's benefit, and Henry was giggling madly every time Wyatt gasped, but she realised quite swiftly that he was completely genuine. To be fair, when Hans turned out to be evil, it was quite a shock.

When the credits rolled at the end, Amy was snoozing lightly, soon to be interrupted by Henry's exclamation of his hunger. "Pizza," Amy said sleepily and Lucy grinned.

"Come on, sleepy head. Henry wants some pizza!"

Amy had bought ready-made pizza dough thankfully which just needed rolling out. Wyatt fetched a chair for Henry to stand on while he used the rolling pin. Wyatt and Lucy stood on either side of him to ensure that he wouldn't fall, and to make sure he was actually rolling the dough. Lucy noticed Amy taking pictures of them but she didn't mind. It was nice to have memories to look back on like this.

"That's fab, Henry!" Wyatt encouraged when they had helped him get the dough thin enough. "What do you want on your pizza?" he asked.

"Chocolate!" Henry announced cheekily and Wyatt laughed.

"Chocolate?" he said overdramatically. "I don't think you can have chocolate on a pizza!" When Henry disagreed, Wyatt began to tickle him. Henry's giggles were infectious and soon they were all laughing. "Let's put some tomato on, hey?" he suggested and Henry nodded. The boys squeezed the tube of tomato sauce all over the base and then the three-year-old boy decided that the best way to spread it out was with his hands.

Which he then proceeded to wipe on his top.

"No, Henry!" Wyatt tried to admonish while laughing. It was almost comical. Henry's confused little face and tiny red hands and the handprint marks on his t-shirt.

Thankfully, Amy saved the day with an amused roll of her eyes. "Come on, Henry, I'll go get you cleaned up while your daddy and Lucy start rolling out the rest of the pizzas." She scooped the boy up and ran upstairs with him. Not for the first time, Lucy was grateful for her sister's exuberance.

"This is fun," Lucy said, a bit breathless from laughter. Wyatt gave her a grin that showed her that he was having fun too.

"I don't think we're screwing him up too much, either," Wyatt said. "Come on, let's get these pizzas done. I'm starving." They took a ball of dough each and a rolling pin. Within moments, Lucy's was perfect but Wyatt was struggling.

"Want some help, soldier?" she asked teasingly and he looked at her exasperatedly. "Come here," she said, gesturing for him to step aside. She took up his place with the rolling pin.

"Oh, I see," he said and suddenly he was stood behind her, his arms around hers. Without conscious thought, Lucy was reminded of the scene in Ghost at the potter's wheel. "Here," he muttered, taking the rolling pin off her and trying for himself. "Like this?"

Lucy didn't have much breath in her body at that point. "Yeah," she said, trying to clear her throat. "Perfect," she breathed. She turned her head up to smile at him and found him looking down at her too. His eyes were such an incredible shade of blue, especially when they were sparkling with happiness. Their gaze flicked to her lips. "Wyatt." He was milimetres away from her lips when they were interrupted.

"Dad!" Henry's little voice called through the kitchen.

"No, Henry!" Amy's voice shouted afterwards, suggesting to Lucy that she had been watching her and Wyatt and hadn't wanted to interrupt. Lucy didn't know what to think about that.

At the sight of the grinning, topless boy, neither one of them could hold the interruption against him, although a disgruntled looking Amy clearly did.

Wyatt scooped the boy up in his arms and they went back to the pizzas. While Amy put tomato sauce on the other pizzas, Wyatt and Henry covered them with cheese and various different eclectic toppings. They were thrown in the oven and the four of them - her family, Lucy thought - settled back down in the fort.

While Henry told Wyatt what he wanted to watch next, Amy whispered to Lucy, "sorry for interrupting."

"You weren't interrupting anything," Lucy told her firmly. Amy gave her a skeptical look, which made Lucy sigh and glance at Wyatt. "It doesn't matter, Amy. Just leave it, yeah?" Amy held her hands up in surrender.

"What are we watching then, soldiers?" Amy asked, giving Henry's ribs a tickle.

"Aladdin, right, Henry?" Wyatt checked and the little boy nodded.

"You've seen this one right, Wyatt?" Amy teased and Wyatt nodded his confirmation, giving her a roll of his eyes. They sat happily for about twenty minutes watching it - or, in Lucy's case, watching Wyatt watch Henry enjoying it - until Lucy jumped up to get the pizzas out of the oven.

She put them all on plates and had begun to slice them up when the doorbell rang. Sucking her finger into her mouth after burning it in shock, Lucy rushed to the door and peeped through the spyhole. Her finger remained in her mouth as she froze.

It was her parents. Her biological parents. Her mum - her healthy mum. Not with the man she had thought was her dad her whole life, though. No, that would've been too happy of a result. Instead, her mother stood next to her biological father, Benjamin Cahill. The scary Rittenhouse dude.

Steadying her shaking hand on the handle, Lucy opened the door and attempted to greet them with as wide a smile as she could muster. "Mom, Dad!" she said. "What are you doing here?"

"We were in the neighbourhood," her mother said, brushing past her and straight into the house. That was the woman she remembered. Her 'father' squeezed her shoulder as he too passed her, heading straight for the kitchen. Amy came out of the fort, followed by Wyatt, leaving Henry to watch Aladdin. She watched Wyatt's eyes widen and dart across to her. She wanted him holding her right now, so that she didn't start panicking or collapse from fear or shock. In her kitchen, right that second, was the man who had threatened Rufus' family. Somehow, he was her actual father. The man who had raised her.

"Mom, Dad, this is my friend from work, Wyatt," she introduced when she saw the confused glances they were giving Wyatt. She wondered if they were fake, at least on her father's part. Surely Rittenhouse knew him. And her father was Rittenhouse.

Amy greeted their parents with a hug and then her father shook Wyatt's hand.

"Wyatt is over with his son. We're a bit busy," Amy said, gesturing at the pizzas on the table. Her mother looked dismissively at the fort and at the pizzas and then at Wyatt. Lucy felt her hackles raise.

"That's fine," her father - not really her father except really her father - said with a kind, somehow not evil smile, "we won't stay for long. Your mother just wanted to remind you about the party tomorrow night."

Amy groaned from her position by the kitchen island, where she was continuing to cut up pizzas. "Do we have to?" she complained.

"Yes!" their mother replied firmly. Lucy was shaking. She wanted to go to Wyatt and let him hold her while she cried. Her eyes were burning. She wanted to go and pick up Henry and run, far away from the scary Rittenhouse man, to take their family somewhere that they would be safe and forgotten, even by Rittenhouse.

Why was her mother married to the scary Rittenhouse man who was her father? Lucy didn't even want to know. Was marrying into Rittenhouse the same as being born into it?

"It's high time you two met someone who you could marry." Yet again, her mother looked at Wyatt with distaste. Lucy inhaled sharply. She wanted to bear her teeth and growl. Wyatt shot her a look to tell her to calm down but she didn't want to. Wyatt was her support system and her mother was married to Rittenhouse. She would happily choose Wyatt in this scenario.

"Mom, Lucy and I are very happy singletons," Amy said, not mentioning anything about her teasing of Lucy over the past night and day. Lucy was, yet again, grateful for her sister. Clearly she had understood too that her mother did not approve of Wyatt.

"Dad!" Henry called from the fort as he crawled out. "Is the pizza ready?"

"Yeah, kiddo," Wyatt said, grabbing his son. Lucy could see the tension in his arms as he held his son, hiding his face from Lucy's father. "Let's get some ready for us, yeah?"

"And for Lucy and Amy?" Henry asked innocently. Concentrating on Wyatt's voice instead of the voices of her parents speaking to Amy, Lucy willed the tears not to fall. Lucy was glad that Wyatt did not try to introduce his son to her parents. She did not want her parents to be rude to that little boy. She did not want her parents to do to Wyatt and Henry what they had done to Flynn's family.

Lucy felt sick to her stomach. Had she got them into this mess? Lucy's mind was whirring. If her mother was married into Rittenhouse, was she evil too? Had she been evil all along? Lucy wondered if she even wanted to know, if she wanted to mar the memories she had of her mother.

"Right, we will see you at ours at 7 o'clock tomorrow evening then," their father said with finality. Amy rolled her eyes and Lucy felt like doing the same, except she didn't think she'd be able to stop there. "Cheerio, girls," he said, as though he was some jolly Santa Claus and not a menacing, dangerous man who had threatened Rufus' family for no reason whatsoever.

The two of them left as quickly as they had arrived, shutting the door softly behind them. "I am not going to that-" Amy started, but a dry sob coming out of Lucy's mouth interrupted her. She ran over into the arm that Wyatt had free, Henry being in his other arm, and began to cry. Wyatt was murmuring to her that everything was okay even though it wasn't and Henry was stroking her hair with his pudgy little hands. They made her feel safe, even though she wasn't.

"So, scary Rittenhouse dude is your actual dad in this timeline," Wyatt said when her sobs slowed and Lucy nodded into his chest.

"What?" Amy asked and Lucy couldn't see her face but she could imagine the confusion she would find there.

"That man is Lucy's biological father in the other timeline, but not yours," Wyatt began to explain. "He's part of an awful organisation called Rittenhouse that we are kind of trying to fight against."

"Kind of?" Amy questioned incredulously. Lucy could hear the panic in her voice.

Henry was eating a piece of pizza quite happily and that seemed like a great idea, so Lucy took one too. Wyatt was doing a good enough job of explaining. Anyway, she was pretty sure that she would only start crying if she tried to talk. "What is this Rittenhouse?" Lucy flinched.

Wyatt shushed her. "Don't say the name again. They basically control everything, all over the world. They are pulling the strings everywhere and your dad is a big whig in it." Lucy looked up to find Amy looking horrified.

"Shit, what?"

"He threatened Rufus' family, at least in our timeline."

"Rufus' family?" Amy said, panicked, "but he's our dad!"

Lucy finally pulled away from the comfort of Wyatt's arms as she finished her slice of pizza. She studied Amy's face and finally spoke up when she realised that Wyatt had finished and didn't know what else to say. "I don't think he is your biological father, Amy. You look exactly like you looked in the other timeline, so Mom must have had an affair."

"What?"

"I know this is a lot to take in," Lucy said and Amy nodded emphatically, then shook her head as though clearing it.

"Let's just eat pizza and watch Aladdin in the fort, yeah? We can talk about all this crap later. Henry doesn't need this in his head."

"Good plan," Wyatt agreed, grabbing his plate of pizza and dropping a kiss on Lucy's temple.