Lucy peeled open her eyes, rolling her neck around slowly as she sat up in the overstuffed chair that sat in the corner of her room. Sleep in a chair wasn't ideal, she thought, laughing to herself as she stared at the man asleep in her bed, thinking of that night and morning all those years ago where he must have slept in a much less comfortable chair, watching over her as she slept.

He was still there, sleeping hard. She can only imagine the damage his body was trying to repair and she wondered just how long he would sleep. She tip-toed into the bathroom, using it quickly to try to keep from waking him up. She exited the bathroom, standing there, staring at him. It was still hard to believe that Paulina's plan had worked. That she had been able to rescue him all on her own. She never thought anything like that was possible. The thought that she could have tried years ago brought tears to her eyes and pulled her stomach into a knot. She reached out her hand, to touch him, to see about waking him up to see if he needed medicine or food or a shower or all three when…

"LUCY!" She heard from the front of the house. She froze. Shit.

Lucy moved quickly out of her bedroom, pulling the door shut, hoping that she could get rid of her before Flynn woke up. Shit.

"What are you doing here?" She asked as Jiya set the box and two coffee cups on the table. Jiya shot her a look.

"Uh… coffee and crullers, remember? You hide the kids' gifts here and I promised you coffee and crullers in return?"

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry."

Jiya put her hands on her hips, looking Lucy over. Shit. That word would just not get out of her brain. Jiya had on her investigative face. She was toast.

"What's going on with you?" she asked, waving her hand in Lucy's general direction.

"Sorry. I was just up… late… grading papers."

Jiya opened her mouth to reply when they both heard a low groan from her bedroom. Lucy's eyes went wide as Jiya's gaze went past her to the closed bedroom door. The door that was only closed when Lucy was in there asleep. Lucy was nothing if not a creature of habit, so everyone knew Lucy preferred open doors unless she was sleeping. Which she wasn't, since she was standing here with Jiya.

"Oh my GOD! Lucy? Is there a guy here?"

Lucy swallowed the lump in her throat, unable to get words out as she nodded her head slightly.

Jiya laughed, taking a sip of her coffee. "Nice use of grading papers by the way. Is he still asleep?" Lucy could only continue to nod. Jiya put her coffee down, looking at it for a moment before shrugging and quickly moving past her down the short hall. "Let me get a look and I'll get out of here, promise."

Lucy couldn't move for a moment and by the time she could, Jiya was already opening her bedroom door. She could only watch as Jiya stuck her head in and seemed to quit moving. Lucy chewed on her lip as Jiya slowly pulled her head out of the room and shut the door as quietly as possible. She didn't turn back to Lucy.

"Lucy" she said quietly.

"Yeah Jiya."

"Is there any chance you went out and found yourself a guy that looks exactly like Garcia Flynn last night?"

"There's a chance I went out and got myself Garcia Flynn last night, Jiya."

Jiya whipped around. "You did what?" She whispered shouted at Lucy. Lucy pointed over her shoulder. Jiya followed her as Lucy grabbed the coffee and box of crullers off the living room table and moved into the kitchen, setting them down. Jiya dropped into a chair, staring hard at her friend.

"Talk. Now." Jiya demanded.

Lucy nodded, settling into the chair next to her oldest friend in the world. "Ok. It started last night when I heard that familiar whoosh sound coming from the woods out back. I went to look. There was a ship and a young lady named Paulina." Over the course of the next 45 minutes, Lucy told Jiya every detail of what happened, of how she went to save Flynn from the beaches of San Diego in 2012 and how she didn't even think twice about it.

"What the actual fuck?" Jiya said, leaning back in the chair when Lucy finally stopped talking. Lucy just nodded. "I know" she replied.

"So now what?" Jiya asked. Lucy shook her head. "Haven't actually gotten that far."

"No kidding. Cause when he wakes up, he's here now. For good. And you aren't the you that he remembers from… well for him it's like 3 days ago. He's going to wake up and find you older than him…"

"The same age" Lucy shot back.

"Whatever. But he's going to find you… in a life that has been going on for the last decade or so while he was dead. He's got no one and nothing. Except you. And if you aren't…"

"I am, Jiya."

"How can you be sure? Lucy, you've been living off memories and fantasies since you three got back from São Paulo. Maybe earlier than that. You were never fully in with Wyatt because of the memory of Flynn. For him, you are someone he's going to be shocked to see but someone that he has tangible moments with. For you, he's a memory. I mean, you do remember all the crap he pulled when he first got into this right?"

Lucy just nodded.

"Lucy, you can't unring this bell. He can't go back. If you aren't… if you decide tomorrow that the feelings you have for him off the memories aren't the same now that he's here…"

"I know" Lucy whispered, staring at her hands, eyes filling with tears. She looked up at her friend. "It was like autopilot last night. My brain didn't even question it. I got told I could get him… that I HAD to go get him… and it just made sense. So I did."

"You have to tell Wyatt. You can't let him bring those girls back next week without telling him first. And what if… Lucy, what if he's not the same Flynn. Who knows what being that close to himself for 3 days did to his brain. What if…"

Lucy squared her shoulders, wiping her face. "I'll handle it. I can handle whatever it is. Because at the end of the day, it's Flynn. He sacrificed himself for us. To save us. To save me. To give me a life. I owe him the life he should have had. Maybe I owe us the life WE should have had."

Jiya opened her mouth when they heard the door creak open down the hallway. They shot out of their seats and found him coming out of Lucy's bedroom.

He was leaning against the door jam, hand covering his face.

"It's bright" he said quietly. They quickly moved to either side of him, not really knowing what to do next. They just stared at him as he leaned his head against the door, cracking his eyes open.

"How long was I gone? You all moved?" Lucy thought she swallowed her tongue and she just stared at Jiya.

Jiya rested her hand on his shoulder. "Did we forget to tell you that Mason found us a new safe house? Something about sunlight will make us all better humored or something."

"I like it. But that room is a little flowery for my taste." Jiya stifled a laugh and Lucy glared at her. "We haven't had a chance to redecorate yet. You know that."

Flynn nodded. "Yeah. I guess I do, huh? Even though…" he paused, looking around. Finally his eyes landed on Lucy. "Hi" he said quietly, eyes going soft. It had been so long since she had been on the receiving end of that look, she was convinced she had imagined all of that. She leaned into him, feeling something she hadn't felt in a long time – hope.

"Hi" she replied.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "You look different."

She nodded. "You have had a rough couple of days. You need a shower and some more sleep. Probably some food after that."

He nodded, not even questioning what she was telling him to do. He pushed himself off the door jam and swayed. They both wrapped their arms around his waist to keep him upright.

"Or maybe we wait on the shower and you go back to sleep." He just nodded and they helped him over to the bed. He sat down, dropping his head into his hands.

"Can I get some different clothes?" He asked quietly. Jiya's eyes went wide and she stared at Lucy. Lucy pressed her lips together and stared at the ceiling before nodding. "Yeah, just stay here. I'll be right back." She heard Jiya hot on her heels as she headed up toward her office. She pulled open the closet she used for storage and grabbed a large duffel bag out of the very back. She slung it over her shoulder and carried it downstairs.

"You kept his clothes?" Jiya whisper shouted at her.

"Don't judge me" she replied. She walked back into the room and dropped it on the bag next to him. "Denise got all our stuff cleaned while we were gone."

"Where were we again? Why can't I remember…" he was staring off at the wall, not really focusing on anything.

She ran her hand through his hair, resting her palm on his cheek. She wanted to cry when he leaned into her touch. "It's ok. You had some trauma, but you should be ok in a couple of days. You just need to get some sleep and let your body catch up, ok?" He just nodded at her, covering her hand with his own. She wanted nothing more than to throw Jiya out, lock the door and to crawl into bed with him. But Jiya was right. There was too much to take care of first.

"You change and go back to sleep. Later we will eat and talk." She reluctantly let go of him and they exited the room. She looked back, giving him one last smile before she shut the door.

She followed Jiya into the living room. She was looking around. "You know, eventually he is going to have to come out of the bedroom. This place is lived in, Lucy. You can't possibly hide…"

"I know" Lucy said, dropping into the chair. "I know there is a lot. I know he's going to be mad and confused and I know I need to call Wyatt. But… Jiya, this was the right thing to do. He didn't have to do what he did. We could have figured out another way. He deserved to be saved. Just like Rufus did."

Jiya sat across from her friend. "I know. I know, Lucy. It's just… ok. What's done is done. I'm going to go home and fill Rufus in. See if I can get a sitter and we will be back with dinner tonight. Maybe the punch won't feel quite as bad if we are all here with you when you explain… everything, I guess."

Lucy smiled at her friend. "Thank you. I really don't deserve you all."

"I know. OK. I'm going to go." She grabbed Lucy's phone off the table and tossed it to her. "You need to call Wyatt." Jiya waved goodbye and left.

Lucy stared at his number. "Please Lord, let him try to understand" she said quietly as she hit his number and the phone started to ring.