A/N: OMG the ending of The Day Regan Was Shot! Talk about an effective way to change the subject - Jessica gets an A+ for picking a distracting as hell subject. I'm really hoping either that A) there is no baby or B) It's not Wyatt kid but some Rittenhouse boyfriend Jessica has. Also, does the math add up? Fangirlish (their Timeless reviews are the best) speculated some and in the ep. we get that it was "three weeks ago" that Carol Preston kidnapped Agent Christopher (and that was right when Jessica came 'back') so possibly. But still...

A/N 2: I feel like I'm not writing Rufus very well. I don't know, maybe because he's been sulking (like a Real American House Wife!) a lot in season 2, he's become kind of sulky in this story too. Also, writing action is pretty damned hard.

CHAPTER FOUR - Terrifying Thoughts

*Lucy*

"So," Flynn said, "Wyatt signed the divorce papers."

She looked up at him, startled. "How'd you know?"

"I used to be a spy," Flynn said smugly. "Besides, it's pretty obvious something changed. And his ring is off."

"Yeah," Lucy agreed as Flynn steered her towards the sheriff's station. Lucy realized that was true. Wyatt's ring was no longer on his finger.

"So," he said, casually but something in his voice made her feel it wasn't. "He's back to being your Wyatt again?"

"He's not anyone's," Lucy said, absentmindedly.

Lucy wasn't entirely sure what was going on with her and Wyatt.

In fact, she still wasn't sure she hadn't dreamt the whole 'I'm divorcing Jessica' bit. Or was it a nightmare? She'd never meant to get between them. Only the way Wyatt had explained it, she hadn't…

He and Jessica had just never been meant to be.

Was she and Wyatt?

Was there such a thing? She wasn't sure what she believed about fate and destiny anymore (or if she had for a long time now), even though she desperately wanted to. It was all just fragile threads and everything could change in an instant.

She wasn't sure what she felt about Wyatt either. Other than she loved him, but that, hadn't ever been in question. Or had it? She wasn't sure. Nothing made sense. And she had no idea how to move forward.

But she hoped she'd find a way, that they would. She hoped - wanted, wished, prayed - for things to just go back into what they'd been before Jessica. To those few precious moments, they'd had after Hollywood. She wanted that again. Or maybe even something better. Because before, Jessica had been a shadow over them. Right now, she still was, at least a little. Or more like a rain cloud. But clouds floated away and the sky became blue once more. Every time.

Lucy shook her head. What was she doing? Waxing poetically about clouds and blue skies to herself? This was no the time for it. It was kicking ass and saving the world time right now.

"Not that he really stopped being yours," Flynn continued, ignoring her protest. "I still don't understand what you see in him. He's not your type, is he? It never made sense, not even when you wrote about it in your journal."

"Wait, what? I wrote about Wyatt in the journ-?"

"Good day sir," a man in a uniform said, coming forward to greet them. "How can I help you on this fine day?"

"We come bearing some very converting information," Flynn said, nodding to a board full of wanted posters. "About the Dalton gang."

The deputy, because he seemed too young to be the actual sheriff, perked up.

*Wyatt*

"None of these look like any of the Daltons," Rufus said. They were at the saloon's bar, watching cowboys and gunslingers and other less than respectable folks drink. Rufus was right that none of them looked like the grainy pictures that they'd been able to find before departing for 1892.

"Maybe he's upstairs," Wyatt said, nodding towards the stairs where a man was being led up to what was presumably the place where 'private entertainment' took place by a woman.

"So what do we do? Order Sparillas and wait?" Rufus asked, and Wyatt was sure the other man was discreetly attempting to check the closest cowboy's teeth for decay.

"I-"

But before Wyatt could get another word out a series of gunshots from outside the saloon went off. A few seconds of silence before screams and then more shots rang out.

"Come on," Wyatt called to Rufus and rushed towards the exit, reaching for his gun.

"Yes, let's run towards the gunshots," Rufus grumbled but he did follow. "Great idea."

More shots rang out and he had to push between fleeing people to get closer to the cause of the commotion. A wagon had been overturned and people were crouching behind it.

First thing that was clear to Wyatt was that there were more than three men - the Dalton gang - in on the robbery. The second was that it wasn't just the outlaws that were shooting.

Flynn and Lucy had brought the cops.

They'd unfortunately also brought themselves. Well, unfortunate for Lucy who was unarmed and crouching behind a horse watering trough. Flynn, on the other hand, looked to be fairly happy, shooting away at the handful of visible robbers. There were more, tucked away in the buildings on both sides of the street, robbing both banks at once, or at least attempting to.

Guess Wiki was right.

"Stay here," Wyatt told Rufus before nodding to the people behind. "Try to get these people to safety if the shooting lets up."

"Where are you going?"

"To get Lucy," he called back before heading down the closest alley so he'd get to where Lucy was without having to cross the 'kill box' between the banks.

What was she doing? Always throwing herself into impossibly dangerous situations. It was enough to make a guy go crazy.

Behind the bank, he found a window, which gave him a perfect shot at one of the robbers inside. But taking the shot would mean drawing attention. He needed to be sneaky to get to Lucy before anyone realized he was a threat.

"Lucy," he called in a low whisper sort of way from the alley beside the bank. Lucy was about twenty feet away, still ducked down.

The shooting had stopped but the shootout wasn't over - he could tell from the fact that the sheriff and his men (and Flynn) where all re-loading.

"Wyatt?" she said, twisting around behind the trough to face his way. "Thank god."

"I'll cover you," he told her, taking aim at where he would post up if he was a robber. "Run."

She did, rolling and getting to her feet and taking the few steps needed to get to him. Two shots rang out, one making dirt explode mere inches from her and the other from Wyatt's gun, taking the gunman down.

Too close. Too slow.

When she was safely behind him he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding since the first gunshot went off and he didn't know where she was.

He stepped back into the alley, gun still half ready, and turned to Lucy.

*Lucy*

"Thank you!" Lucy cried, grateful for an excuse to throw her arms around him. "I didn't think a shootout would be that...shoot-y."

"Yeah?" he asked, smiling as they pulled apart. How she loved that smile.

"Huh," she nodded, forgetting what they were discussing. Forgetting they were in 1892. Forgetting they were in the middle of something life-threatening.

She wasn't sure if it was him or her that made the first move. Maybe it was both of them at the same time. But suddenly they were kissing.

Kissing Wyatt. The most dangerous distraction of all.

Crack. Pop. Crunch.

In fact, if he hadn't pulled back and whipped around, she wouldn't have noticed that the shooting had started up again.

"Stay here, out of sight," he told her, letting go of her. "I gotta go help."

She nodded, still tingly and a little dazed from kissing him (and possibly partly from having been shot at just a minute ago.)

"Be careful," she called after him as he did a fancy duck and roll thing and shot at one of the robbers.

It was always terrifying to have him fight the bad guys. Even though she knew he was a fantastically skilled soldier and fighter it only took one mistake and he could be gone.

That was far more terrifying than hiding behind the water trough while bullet whizzed all around her. It was also frustrating because she couldn't do much more than stay put. Even if she'd had a gun, she'd probably be more likely to shoot a friend than a foe at this distance she was from them.

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her body, jerking her back.

She cried out in surprise.

But before she caught a glimpse of her attacker or had a chance to call for help, something sharp was sharp jabbed at the side of her neck.

And everything went black.

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