Wyatt's POV – Episodes 14 – "Dreams"
(Author's note: Sorry for the delay! I hope to have the next two episodes written and posted within the next week! #RenewTimeless #SaveLyatt)
Wyatt just stared at the door after Agent Christopher left. He didn't want a defense lawyer – he didn't deserve one. He had stolen the time machine, abandoned…no, betrayed his friends, accidently killed a man, and had again failed to save Jessica. He deserved whatever punish the government was going to send his way. Leavenworth– I can handle it. No one will even miss me. No one even cares that I'm here. Even has Wyatt was thinking those things he knew them to be untrue. Lucy. She would care. She would miss him. Wyatt shook his head. He couldn't think about that right now – he couldn't think about her – the decision had already been made. He had stolen the time machine and damned the consequences when he did it but still a part of him was screaming at the himself. What have I done? As the hours passed, Wyatt's confidence in his decision-making began to wane. While he still held firm to his decision to try to save Jessica, he was beginning to wonder if he had underestimated the cost. Wyatt grew tired and frustrated. He had been up for hours and still had no clue what the future really held for him. So, he succumbed to sleep but he soon found his sleep would not bring him the escape he so desperately craved…
Wyatt was walking down a long hallway. Doors running along the entire corridor. The lights were flickering. It was dark and ominous. Wyatt felt trapped in the hallway – the darkness was consuming him. So, he began trying to open doors. Finally, a door opened and he rushed through it to try to escape the darkness.
When he opened the door, it was the door to his apartment. Wyatt walked in, threw his keys into the bowl by the door, and hung his jacket up – just like he always did. Nothing seemed different. At least he was back home. As Wyatt walked down his hallway, he thought to himself Nothing went right back in the 1980s. Jessica was still dead. His apartment was just as lifeless and cold as it was before he left. He headed to his spare bedroom - the room he had converted into office space to figure out Jessica's murder. When he opened the bedroom door, the room didn't look the same. Something's wrong Wyatt thought. The newspaper clippings, the police reports, everything was different. He examined the board with all his theories and ideas - nothing was the same. He didn't know any of these names and didn't recognize any of his theories. Immediately Wyatt became sick to his stomach. He realized that Jessica was still dead but her murder had happened differently – everything about it was different. He would have to start over from ground zero. He'd never find out who was responsible for her death now. Frustrated and defeated, Wyatt ran out of the room. He grabbed his coat and his keys. He had to get out of his apartment. He never wanted to come back here. His trip to the past had only made things worse. He swung his apartment door open and rushed out…
When Wyatt stepped outside his apartment, he had gone back in time and was now stepping outside of the Lifeboat and back into Mason industries. He looked down as his clothes and turned to look at Rufus. We are just now returning from the 1980s. I've got to be dreaming Wyatt thought to himself. Yet, Wyatt couldn't wake himself so the dream continued. Wyatt stepped out of the Lifeboat just like he had in real life but this time Agent Christopher and Jiya were there to meet them after their unsanctioned trip "Where's Jessica? Is she alive?" Wyatt yelled. Both women looked sadly at each other, "No. But the two other women are…" Just as before Wyatt thought. As the security guards made their way to arrest Wyatt, Wyatt realized Lucy was missing. "Where's Lucy? Lucy was here last time. She is the one who told me. Where is she?!" Wyatt demanded. Rufus added, "Yeh, where is Lucy? She should be here." At this question, Jiya and Christopher looked at each and Agent Christopher tentatively answered, "Lucy is upstairs. Why do you care? You can't stand Lucy. You two barely have a working relationship." Jiya added, "You aren't friends, were you before?" Wyatt became frantic and starting yelling. "Yes. Yes! We are friend. We are close – very close. I have to speak to her. Now." Agent Christopher raised her eyebrow and looked up at the control room, Wyatt followed her eyes and saw Lucy watching. Lucy left the control room and walked towards the group. "What's your problem Master Sergeant? I tried to warn you that this would be the consequence of your decision but you didn't listen. You always think you know better than me. And what is this business you are screaming about us being friends. We aren't. We've never been friends. You made that abundantly clear ever since we started working together." Lucy pointedly stated. Wyatt was shaking his head and begged, "No, Lucy. No. We're friends. Don't you remember? Castle Varlar? The Alamo? The French and Indian War? The Murder Castle?" Lucy cut in, "Yes, I remember those times. You nearly got us all killed because you wouldn't listen to me. You even demanded a new historian be assigned to the team after the Alamo." Lucy sighed and started walking away. Wyatt broke free of the guards and chased after her. "No, I would never want that. Lucy don't you remember….Lucy!" Wyatt yelled. By the time he caught up to her, she was about to exit the building. Wyatt had one last chance so he begged her, "Lucy, please you've got to remember. Yes, we started out kind of rough but you and I have become close. Don't' you remember our kiss with Bonnie and Clyde. You wanted me to be open to possibilities? Please, tell me you remember." Lucy turned to face him one more time and said, "No, Wyatt. I don't" and then she walked out of the building. Wyatt lunged for the door I can't lose Lucy too Wyatt thought and he pushed through the door to race after her….
When he walked through the door, he was in a new place again. This time he was in unfamiliar house. He was back in his civilian clothes. Will this dream never end Wyatt thought. Until it did, Wyatt continued to walk down the hallway. When he got to the kitchen, there was a folded note next to a plate of food "I knew the mission would take longer than you thought. I'm glad your home. I missed you." The note was signed with a drawn heart and the name "Luce." Weird Wyatt , Wyatt continued to explore the house to try to figure out what was going on. He turned his attention to the living room. A lamp was on and a glass of red wine sitting on an end table next to the couch. As he rounded the couch, he saw Lucy sleeping with a book on her chest. She looked so peaceful. As his eyes continued to take her in, he realized she was wearing one of his shirts and an odd feeling swelled in his chest. She's beautiful. He continued to trace her with his eyes, he saw one of her slender legs was outside of the blanket. Wyatt gulped hard. Wyatt sat on the edge of the couch and leaned over her body to remove the book from her chest. She smells so clean – like fresh flowers. After he removed the book and quietly placed it on the coffee table, he turned to her legs. He intended to cover them with the blanket but couldn't resist his desire and felt his fingertips lightly ghost over her calves and trace her leg up to her mid-thigh. Her legs are so soft. She feels amazing. Wyatt thought. Wyatt felt Lucy stir and immediately stilled. Lucy eyelids fluttered opened and she grabbed his left hand "I'm glad you are home. I've missed you." Lucy whispered still halfway asleep. Lucy's fingers were now interlaced with his hand. She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed his wedding ring. What is going on? Wyatt looked and noticed that his ring wasn't the same band that he had when he married Jessica. He looked at Lucy's hand, she had a matching ring. No way. This cannot be real but it feels far too natural for it to just be a dream.
As if sensing something was wrong, Lucy sat up and slowly leaned closer to Wyatt. My gosh, she smells fantastic. If this is a dream, it can't be wrong just to see what it would be like to be with her. Lucy asked, "Sweetheart, are you ok?" She just called me sweetheart – her nickname for me ever since…Wyatt responded, "Yes, Babydoll. I'm just glad to be home." I just want to see what it would be like Wyatt reasoned. Lucy smiled. "I am too" and leaned in and placed a sweet soft kiss on Wyatt's lips. Wyatt's hesitated to respond at first but his heart and his body quickly took over his mind and he leaned into Lucy and began kissing her back. As their kiss deepened, one of Wyatt's hands roved up and down Lucy's back while the other was tangled in her hair. As he pulled her tighter, Wyatt heard Lucy softly moan into his kiss and he lost what little control he had over his dreamself and pushed Lucy back down into the couch. He broke their kiss as he leaned her down and her eyes looked up at him with desire. Wyatt was thrilled to see he could illicit such a reaction from her. She was breathing hard and her face was flush. Lucy raised her hand to his cheek and said, "I knew I married you for a good reason, Master Sergeant." Wyatt thought to himself Is this what I want from Lucy? At that moment, Wyatt didn't care about what the dream meant and immediately returned his lips to her lips and then began tracing her body with his kisses. Her lips, her cheekbones, her ears, her neck, and with each kissed he quietly whisper her name. His hands exploring his wife. He couldn't get enough of Lucy. Wyatt hadn't felt this way in years…he never wanted this to end. He was so lost in Lucy he didn't hear the door to their house open. As Wyatt began to want more from Lucy, he heard another woman gasped. Lucy and Wyatt immediately broke apart and jumped out of each other's arms. Wyatt looked and saw the origin of the gasp. Jessica. "What are you doing with her?" Jessica cried out. "I thought you loved me - that you would always love me!" Wyatt was stunned and overwhelmed. He turned and looked at Lucy who now seem sad and said, "Go ahead, Wyatt. If she is what will make you happy. I won't stop you." Wyatt looked back and forth between the two women. He was conflicted. He loved Jessica but there was a gaping hole in his heart as Lucy began to move away from him. Wyatt immediately felt her absence. He didn't know what to do….
Just then the door to his cell swung open and jarred Wyatt from his nightmare. Agent Christopher. Wyatt slowed his breathing which was heightened from his dreams for a variety of reasons and immediately felt the blush spreading up from his neck. I'm glad this place is poorly lit and that Christopher can't read minds Wyatt thought. I've got to stay focused Wyatt told himself and pushed his dreams out of his mind for now. Agent Christopher blurted out "I've been pulled off the assignment. The NSA has taken over. They waited to tell me until after they sent Lucy and Rufus to the 1920s." Wyatt stared down at the table as Agent Christopher told him the news. His guilt growing with every word. "I'm sorry. I never meant for you to get pulled off your detail." Christopher stared at him. "Yea. Well it sucked." As Wyatt battled with his own guilt for getting Agent Christopher fired, another realization dawned on him. What would happen to Lucy and Rufus? This doesn't make any sense. What was really going on? Wyatt grew apprehensive "Changing horses mid-stream, that's seems risky." Wyatt finally looked up at Christopher. "This Neville guy shows up with how many people?" "A dozen maybe more." Christopher responded. Something is definitely wrong Wyatt thought. "On a top-secret project like this? No way they get clearance in time this late at night." Immediately Wyatt knew what had happened. Wyatt related his realization by telling Christopher how while he was with Delta Force in Afghanistan – they took over the town peacefully. Wyatt's heart was racing as he explained what he believed was going on to Christopher. "Take overs don't have to be hostile….this wasn't because of my joy ride. They've been planning this for weeks. This is a coup." Who could have organized this? Why would someone want Christopher out? We are missing something. Agent Christopher's face indicated she had her own suspicions but wasn't willingly to share them yet. She silently nodded and walked out of the room. Wyatt now more than ever regretted his decision to take his unsanctioned trip. Lucy and Rufus needed him and his selfish decision had now put them in even more danger. He wondered who had been assigned to go with them. Probably Bumgardner. At least he knows what he is doing. He'll keep them safe. It should be me with them Wyatt thought as he pounded his fist into the table. Instead, I'm stuck in here because I was a selfish jerk.
Wyatt finally thought back to his dreams and figuring out what they meant. The dream about Jessica was more or less the same as all his other dreams about Jessica. I'm never going to find out who killed her. I'll never be able to get justice or save her from her fate. I'm going to have to accept that now. I've done everything I could to try to change it and nothing has worked. Wyatt thought back to the second dream. I'd be devastated if Lucy and I weren't friends. I need Lucy. I'd miss Lucy. Wyatt hesitated before reliving his final dream. It confused him. Why did I dream I was married to Lucy? Why did it feel so natural? Why did I enjoy being her that much? I couldn't keep my hands off her. Wyatt shook his head remembering how much he enjoyed being that close, that physical, that intimate with Lucy. Wyatt remembered what it felt like to have Lucy wrapped around him - what it was like to breathe Lucy in – to hold her and kiss her. It felt perfect Wyatt the dreamed ended with an awful twist where Jessica had walked in on him and Lucy. Accused him of not loving her anymore and then Lucy sadly letting Wyatt go. Wyatt buried his head in his hands. He didn't want to think about what third dream meant. Yet Wyatt knew deep down inside he already knew what his subconscious was trying to tell him.
When Agent Christopher got back, she had brought surveillance photos with her this time. Christopher showed Wyatt pictures of an older man getting out of a limo. She explained that this was the man Mason had been secretly meeting with and the same man that had been threatening Rufus. Wyatt couldn't believe what he was hearing. The man was Rittenhouse. Rittenhouse was controlling Mason. Rittenhouse was threatening Rufus. This had to mean… "That means Rittenhouse is in control of Mason industries. In control of the Lifeboat…in control of Lucy and Rufus." Wyatt couldn't believe it. I'm not there. Christopher's not there. Lucy and Rufus are caught in the middle of a Rittenhouse coup. I'm not there to protect her. Agent Christopher wasn't done. "There's more, Wyatt." Wyatt thought to himself, How could this get any worse. "This man…the man you see here…he his Lucy's biological father." Wyatt shook his head. "What." This can't be happening. Lucy's father is Rittenhouse. Wyatt immediately asked, "Does she know?" "She just found out." Christopher answered. How is she? Who is protecting her from him? I can't do anything to help her from in here! Wyatt leaned back in his chair – trying to process all this news and accept that because of his decisions he was not in a position to help anyone – to help Lucy.
Christopher looked Wyatt directly in the eyes. "Wyatt these guys are getting more and more brazen. We have to do something." Wyatt started shaking his head. I know that. I know that. But I can't. "Well there's nothing I can do about it. I'm in here." Christopher looked at him. He could see the frustration in her eyes. She slid a piece of paper across to him. "This the confession that want me to get you to sign. You could sign it. Disappear down some black hole for a couple of years or you could fight this." Wyatt started shaking his head. There was no use. "Just think about what Lucy and Rufus will be coming back to before you make your decision." I know what they are but I can't change that – I've missed up everything Wyatt thought. "Think about what? How I let them down? How I let Jessica down." Christopher tried to interrupt and provide some type of empathy "I know you feel... Wyatt immediately cut her off. "You don't know. Because either Flynn was lying to me about who killed her or fate wanted her dead any way. Wrap your head around that for a minute. That the universe. Or God. Wanted the one person that I love the most in this world dead." Christopher finally cut through Wyatt's speech as the tears slowly rolled down his face. "Maybe the universe is saying there is something else you have to do. Maybe you aren't meant to be here. Maybe you are meant to be helping your friends." Maybe she is right but even if she is I've screwed up. I'm stuck in here Wyatt thought. "How do I do that now then?"
Agent Christopher stood, collected her files, and slyly slide a paper clip to Wyatt. "I don't know. I will let them know you won't be signing the confession." As she walked out of the door, Wyatt picked up the paper clip. Wyatt knew what he had to do. He unfolded the paperclip and began picking at his handcuffs. He had to be quick. He had to get them off and find a way out of his cell. It didn't take long. Wyatt's handcuffs opened and he quickly moved into the shadows. He found the fuse box. He pulled the wires and jammed his paper clip into the box - causing the electricity to short out. Almost immediately a guard came rushing in, Wyatt fought him off with easily. His Delta Force training enabled him to escape the cell and the black site with relative ease. Once he was out, Wyatt knew he had to hide out until he heard from Agent Christopher. He didn't want too wait long. Agent Christopher found him. "Glad you made the right choice. Take this burner phone. I'll call you when I know something. I'm sure you'll want to see them. Stay safe." And just like that, as quickly as she appeared she disappeared.
As he waited to be contacted, Wyatt again was alone with his thoughts. I hope Lucy and Rufus are ok. I hope nothing has happened on their mission. I hope Flynn didn't say something to Lucy again to make her doubt herself. I hope that they forgive me for being so selfish. I hope Lucy is ok – that she doesn't think she is just like her dad. I hope Lucy… What do I hope with Lucy? That she understands I wanted to save my wife? That she still looks at me the same way she used too? That she still prefers me? Prefers me – what does that even mean? The dream – is that what I hope for with Lucy? Wyatt didn't' have much time to think about his questions because his burner rang. Christopher said they've landed and gave him the location for the meeting.
When Wyatt arrived at the abandoned warehouse, he wondered how many secret meetings he had missed between the three of them. He had only been in lock up for 48 hours but it seemed like a lifetime. He felt like he had to make up for letting them down. Wyatt opened the door and headed down stairs. He was nervous about what type of reception he would receive. When he opened the door to the basement, he heard Lucy, Rufus, and Agent Christopher's hushed talking. It immediately stopped when the door creaked. Great, no stalling it now. Wyatt took a deep breath in and walked down the stairs.
Almost immediately, Lucy rushed to him and threw herself into his arms. Wyatt held her tight. Breathe in her shampoo. She smelt like spring – like fresh flowers - like his dream. He ran his fingers through her hair and took in a deep breath of Lucy. She's ok. She's ok. Like they were two halves of the same soul, Lucy whispered into his neck,"You're okay." Wyatt didn't want to let go of her. He wanted to hold her close to make sure she didn't disappear but when Rufus started telling him how glad he was to see him Lucy relinquished her hold over Wyatt and stepped away from him. Wyatt looked Rufus in the eye, "I didn't have a choice, man." Christopher smiled at Wyatt, "I knew you make it out of there." Wyatt began casing the room. "Don't worry, I swept for bugs. Its clean for now." Christopher reassured Wyatt. Finally, Wyatt turned to her and looked Lucy in the eyes. He could feel her uncertainty and self-doubt rolling over him like waves on the ocean. She looked tired and sad. "Lucy, I heard about your father. I'm so sorry. But you know that jerk has nothing to do with you, right." Lucy just shook her head and nodded. Something's wrong – she seems so defeated. I've missed something. I need to find out what happened on this last mission.
As Agent Christopher broke the news that Rittenhouse was now in control of the Lifeboat and Mason industries, Lucy and Rufus both lost control. Rufus was scared for Jiya. Lucy just became frantic. Wyatt remembered what she had told him – she was terrified of being in situations she couldn't' control. Wyatt needed to find a way to calm them both down. "It's going to be ok." "How can you be so calm?" Lucy asked, her brown eyes piercing into Wyatt's soul. Wyatt looked back into her eyes, "Because I've been through a lot in the last couple of days. And I've fought it for a long time. And you can call it fate. Or God. Or the Force. I am meant to do something. I am meant to protect the both of you. I see that now. And, I will." Lucy's eyes never left Wyatt's. "You know you sound like a crazy person, right?" She said. Wyatt smiled, rolled his eyes, and looked back at her. "I sound like you." Lucy smiled, "Exactly."
As they headed their separate ways, Wyatt thought about what he had told Lucy and Rufus. He would protect them. He believed it was his purpose. But deep down, Wyatt knew it was more than that – Lucy was his purpose and he would do whatever necessary to protect her. The wall Wyatt had reconstructed around his heart after Lucy had slowly torn down the first wall was now completely shattered. Throughout their missions, Lucy had worked away at the wall around his heart. All the way back to the beginning with her wire bra, Wyatt could remember the moments where Lucy had chipped away at his heart's wall. It was the kissed they shared that originally alerted Wyatt to the walls crumbling around his heart. He immediately worked to try to rebuild them but then Lucy was kidnapped and Wyatt nearly lost his mind. Yet, he rebuilt the wall around his heart when he found out Jessica's killer. Lucy wasn't the answer to his broke heart, saving Jessica was. So, Wyatt tried to hard stamp out his growing feelings for Lucy. On their trip to the West, Wyatt was so consumed with Jessica and his attempts to remove himself emotionally from Lucy that he put her in the situation where she had to kill Jesse James. Yet, no matter how hard he fought, Lucy still had a hold over him. He had hurt her when he had decided to steal the Lifeboat and save Jessica. But she cared enough about him to let him go and try which he knew was against everything she believed in. Even now, standing before him, Lucy held nothing against him. She missed him and she was glad he was back. Wyatt thought to himself as they exited the building I don't deserve her but I'm glad she wants me back. I won't let her down again.