Okay, so how are all doing after that finale? I was screaming at my T.V. until the last 30 seconds when future Lyatt showed up. I am desperately waiting to hear if we get a season 3 with all that dangling out there. I really didn't like the Jessica storyline this season and the way they are trying to create a Flynn/Lucy triangle. So, I am hoping season 3 will give us our Wyatt/Lucy dynamic back! So, in this story, there is no Flynn/Lucy triangle beyond teammates and Jessica is not pregnant. Thanks, everyone for the reviews btw-they help me stay motivated!
Wyatt paced the floor of the bunker desperately trying not to give into the panic that was coursing through his veins right now. Rufus, Mason, and Jiya had each grabbed a computer and were doing their nerdy hacker thing, trying to trace Agent Christopher's tracker back to Carol Preston.
"I turned Jessica over to my agents," Denise told him softly, "I'm sorry, Wyatt."
"You should have told me about Lucy," Wyatt hissed, "It is my job to protect this team."
"I know but- "
"No buts. Lucy protects the history and I protect her, period." Wyatt gestured between them, "trust issues go both ways, ma'am."
Agent Christopher stared at him, taking in his frantic expression. Wyatt was on the verge of completely losing control and she had little doubt, it would not take much more to push him over the edge. Denise wondered how much of it was discovered his wife was a part of Rittenhouse or the idea that if they even can track Lucy down, he may still lose her. She had never been much of a betting woman, but she would put money on the latter, "You're right. I should have told the team, I'm sorry."
"Fine. So, tell me what you know."
"I passed the intel to the doctor assigned to Lucy's case about the poison, he knows what to look for now, maybe we can find something to stop it. She had blood drawn before you all left yesterday. Her levels were spiking rapidly and her- "Denise trailed off carefully.
"What?" Wyatt snapped, "Just say it."
"Her kidneys were starting to shut down. We were going to do another test but if the results were the same, we would need to start Lucy on dialysis."
He gaped at her, "You let me take a woman out into the field, who is in the beginning stages of kidney failure? Who knows what jumping through time does to our bodies when we are healthy, let alone something like that," Wyatt ran his fingers through hair, the image of Lucy collapsing in the lifeboat, her body giving out and none of them knowing why… "You could have killed her!"
"I tried to ground her," Denise snapped, guilt sharpening her words, "She wouldn't let me. What did you want me to do, tie her up?"
"Yes," Wyatt roared, "lock her in the damn closet if necessary. Tell me and I will handcuff her to the fucking bed but you sure as hell don't let her jump!"
"Remember who you are talking to, Master Sergeant Logan. I know you're upset about Jessica and- "
"This isn't about Jessica. This is about Lucy who seems determined to kill herself and you letting her. This is about realizing the woman I love is dying because of her psychotic mother, and me being the jackass who abandoned her for someone I didn't even know."
Denise laid her hand on his arm comfortingly, "she was your wife Wyatt. You thought it was the right thing to do."
Wyatt snorted, "The right thing to do was not trying to make my marriage work when I knew something was wrong. The right thing to do was to tell Lucy I loved her once I saw her in that stupid artillery tent. The right thing to do was not make her think she was alone or that she was expendable. I have done a lot thing's these past few months Agent Christopher but none of them have been right."
"Wyatt, in life you take risks and make decisions with the information you have at that moment. You had no way of knowing that Jessica was Rittenhouse, or that Lucy had been poisoned. You can't blame yourself."
Wyatt shook his head turning away from her, "Rufus, tell me you've got something."
Rufus looked at him tiredly, "I may have the address- "
"Great, let's go."
"Wyatt, wait," Rufus yelled urgently stopping the soldier momentarily with an impatient glare, "we need a plan. We have no way of knowing what we are walking into."
"We don't have time for this," Wyatt growled, "Who knows what they are doing to Lucy or the effect the poison is having on her. We have to find her now."
"We will." Rufus said gently, "But if we mess this up, we won't get another chance and we won't get Lucy back… for good this time.'
"He's right," Jiya broke in softly, "We can't risk walking into a trap."
"I have taken care of that," Denise interrupted, "Once we have a location, I have a team standing by ready to go in, you guys will be staying here."
"Are we sure that's a good idea," Mason asked cautiously, "Even some of your agents and my employees have been arrested because of their connections to Rittenhouse. Now, with the whole Jessica thing, how can we trust anyone but us right now?"
"Don't worry about it because I am not staying here," Wyatt told them hotly, "No-one is going after Lucy but me. So, unless you plan on shooting me yourself ma'am, tell me about this team I will be heading up."
Agent Christopher shook her head with a small smile, "It's your Delta squad. I called in some favors and they are ready to move in when you are."
Lucy stirred with a low groan, her head was pounding and her eyes didn't seem to want to open. She finally managed to crack her eyelids but the room was spinning so badly, she quickly shut them closed.
'Lucy, Lucy dear wake up." At her mother's voice and gentle hand soothing her, she blinks- her mind going back to when she was a little girl with the chicken pox. The soothing touch of her mother's hand on her inflamed skin, and reading her favorite story to her again and again. It was one of the few times, Carol had not insisted on reading History for Kids to her but allowed her to read the Secret Garden. During those few days, Lucy and her mom had escaped into the wilds of the English Moors with Roses and a country boy named Dickon. It had been the best part of being so sick and still one of her favorite books. Whenever the pressures of following in her mother's famous footsteps became too much, Lucy would pick up the classic and retreat to an easier time.
For a moment, she felt safe and secure by the memory but the fog cleared and she remembered she was a prisoner not safe in her bed. Lucy sat up slowly, "What did you do to me?"
Carol smiled, "We needed to run some tests and figured it would be better if you were asleep."
Lucy stared at her comprehension sinking in, she knew something had been wrong since she had returned from Salem. Her wound was not healing properly and constant fever had left her feeling weak and exhausted. However, the doctors couldn't explain why none of the antibiotics were working or why her body seemed to be shutting down. Her last exam, her heart rate had been sluggish and her kidneys were beginning to show signs of reno failure. "What did you do to me?" Lucy repeated as anxiety clawed at her chest, "What happened in Salem?"
"You were just being so stubborn," Carol told her with an impatient sigh, "It was a necessary action to get you to return home."
"You-you poisoned me." Lucy gasped scrambling backward from her mother's hand, "How could you-Why?"
"Keynes invented it during the war but only with our modern technology have we been able to get it into fruition. He is quite a brilliant chemist, he used the toxic of the gas…" Carol trailed off at the look of horror in her daughter's eyes, "Never mind. Lucy, Rittenhouse is your family. I just had to get you here so you could have the time to see it. However, you refused to leave Mason's or that pesky little soldier, so I gave you a push."
"Mom-I am dying." Lucy said disbelieving, "Rittenhouse will never be my family. No matter what you do to me, that will never change."
Carol shook her head, "Lucy, I can give you the antidote but Keynes will only allow it if you tell us where the lifeboat is hiding and help us change history. We can do this together and create a legacy for our family."
Lucy sat forward, her brown eyes gazing hard into this stranger she no longer recognized, "You can tell Keynes to go to hell. I have no intention of joining you, I don't care if I die tonight from this poison but I am not telling you anything. Wyatt and Rufus are MY family. If you think I am going to give up the man I love and the one who is like a brother to me, then you never knew me at all."
"If that is really your choice," Carol told her quietly, "Then I can't protect you anymore."
"I don't need your protection. Wyatt is coming for me."
Carol stood up, "Emma will begin her questioning soon then."
"I'm looking forward to it," Lucy replied sarcastically as her mother left the room without so much of a glance back. As the door clicked shut, she let out a shaking breath, tears rolling down her face. How did she get here? Lucy wanted nothing more than to shut the pain out, to stop the frantic noise in her head of questions and doubts. As she curled up into a ball, she could hear Wyatt's voice cutting through the pain.
The room was light with candlelight and the soft glow of the fire. Lucy snuggled deeper into Wyatt's arms as he brushed kisses over her bare shoulder. "Do you think we can just stay here forever," Lucy muttered, "no bunker, no dingy showers- "
"No interruptions from all of our friends," Wyatt added with a laugh.
"Don't jinx it," Lucy replied with a smile, "Rufus could walk in any minute, you know."
"He wouldn't dare. I will cockblock him and Jiya for a month if he does… Tonight," He leaned down kissing her deeply, "It's just you and me."
"mmm," Lucy rolled over into his chest, "I like the sound of that."
Wyatt smirked, running a hand down her back, "me too. You know imagining this is the only thing that kept me sane these past few weeks."
"what do you mean?"
"During those six weeks that you were taken by Rittenhouse, I wasn't exactly sitting around playing trivial pursuit with Rufus, Luce. I reached a pretty dark place, only imagining you, imagining us like this, kept me from losing it completely."
Lucy ran her hand through his hair, "I didn't want to believe them, you know."
He raised an eyebrow at her questioningly, "about what?"
"That you were dead. I fought with my mom for days, wouldn't eat, wouldn't read their damn propaganda until she admitted you were alive. It was what kept me fighting but then she showed me the newspapers, read your obituary out-loud to me," Lucy paused tearfully, "I didn't know what to believe anymore, Wyatt. I just went numb and decided to end Rittenhouse even if it meant dying but I was going take out everything responsible for taking you from me."
"Lucy," Wyatt tucked her hair behind her ear, "Do you know what seeing you in that tent holding a grenade did to me? To hear that you weren't planning on coming home scared me more than anything Rittenhouse has planned for me."
"I thought you were dead. I just gave up Wyatt," Lucy admitted with deep swallow, "I didn't want to keep fighting."
Wyatt quickly flipped her over, his weight pinning her body down, his blue eyes flashing dangerously at her, "Listen to me Lucy Preston, I am always coming for you. No matter what, I am coming for you, so you fight for as long as it takes but you are not allowed to give up. Ever. Do you hear me?"
Lucy nodded stunned by the ferocity in his voice. Wyatt leaned down placing a kiss on her throat, "Promise me, Lucy."
"I promise."
Wyatt captured her lips, giving her assurance with his body late into the night, both hoping the dawn would stay away a little longer.
Lucy wiped away her tears, taking a deep breath. While things had quickly changed once they got back from 1941 and Jessica's return, she knew Wyatt had meant everything he had said that night. No matter what, he was coming for her, she just needed to hold on a little bit longer.
Wyatt nodded his approval over the tactical arrangement he made with Doug Davis, "It's a good plan man." Doug told him approvingly, "You haven't changed much. We will move out in the morning."
"We have to get her back, Doug." Wyatt said quietly, trusting his old friend to read between the lines, "We can't fail."
Doug slapped his back gently, "Understood."
Wyatt nodded his thanks before walking over to the one window in the bunker. It was dingy and offered only a small view of the sky, he looked up noticing a single star in the sky, "Hold on, Luce." He whispered into the night, "I'm coming."
