Thought this was longer when I wrote it oh well another short Wyatt pov

Title: Empty chair
author: Cindy Ryan
spoilers: Capture of Benedict Arnold
category: episode tag

It was the proverbial pink elephant in the room. Both Rufus and Wyatt had stared at the chair as they climbed into the lifeboat. Neither man had spoken much since the mothership had disappeared with Lucy on board. The conversation had gotten steadily less the closer they got to their time machine. They'd taken a slight detour back to Rittenhouse's estate to talk to John. The boy had been shaken by the events but had been willing to help. Wyatt had been shocked to learn that Lucy had stood in the path of a gun to protect a Rittenhouse. John was grateful to her and told them everything he had heard. Unfortunately it didn't help them as to where they went. It only made Wyatt's fear grow. Lucy had ruined Flynn's plans. Kept him from wiping Rittenhouse off the map. So why not just shoot her where she stood instead of dragging her with him?

"Almost ready."Rufus informed breaking into Wyatt's thoughts.

Wyatt shook his head and tried to focus on the here and now. He buckled himself in. After doing so he had to physically stop himself from reaching across the small area to Lucy's chair. It was such an automatic gesture now his checking her restraints. His hands wanted to do it on their own accord. They knew once he was buckled their next task was keeping Lucy safe by checking hers.

Balling his hands into fists Wyatt kept them at his sides. Being hired at Mason Industries he'd had two main tasks get Garcia Flynn and keep his team safe. Once again he'd failed to keep his team safe. He'd lost one team in the Middle East and now he'd lost Lucy in Colonial America. The memory of their kiss at Bonnie and Clyde's threatened to work its way into Wyatt's inner turmoil but he shoved it aside. Lucy needed him to be clear headed. She needed him to find her and he would. He would find her even if they got back and there was no Mason Industries.

They had no idea how killing David Rittenhouse had altered their own timeline. Wyatt could only pray that some things hadn't changed. That the warehouse, launch pad and Jiya were still there waiting. Right now he desperately needed Jiya to track the Mothership. The lifeboat began to vibrate as the engines started up. Wyatt gripped his shoulder restraints with his hands. His gaze remained locked on the empty seat across from him.

"Hang on man, here we go."Rufus suggested as he flipped switches.

The familiar stomach turning feeling of time travel grabbed onto Wyatt and he made himself keep staring at Lucy's chair. A stark reminder of his failure Wyatt would bring Lucy home no matter what it took.

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