A/N: So, we've reached some weird place now between canon divergent and speculation fic lol. Because I told you guys, Choices would be wrong and welp my bar scene (and eventually probably a lot of other things) was totally wrong. I have a feeling Jessica is just normal average civilian Jessica too. But what I've decided to do is continue what I started in Choices AND still use the stills/press release as basis for this plot. So, it's not what I think is going to happen in 2x05 BUT it could still fit with what we know of that episode so far.

If you've read the press release and seen the stills or the promos then you know all the spoilers that will be included in this fic.

Honestly, the main reason I wrote this was so you guys could find out where I was going with Jess.

Happy reading!

PS - If you're reading on FFN I have simply just added this to the Choices We Make listing because FFN doesn't allow a series like Ao3 does and I didn't want to risk those of you who read Choices not finding this one. This is however, technically, a new story.

Secrets We Keep

By angellwings

(1/4)

She wanted to meet. She picked the place and the time. He played frantic and worried and guilt stricken, which really was everything he'd been for about eighty percent of his life span anyway. Not much of a stretch. Once the meeting was set, they went to Christopher with their plan and their suspicions.

Wyatt also ate a healthy dose of crow and made sure to apologize to Denise.

She reluctantly allowed Wyatt to go but only if he'd let a security detail follow him. For his protection.

Even he knew that was a generous deal.

So he took it. Of course he took it. He needed answers.

He spotted Jessica immediately as he approached the small outdoor cafe. He absently twisted his wedding ring around on his finger. He was amazed at how foreign it felt to wear it now.

Jessica was seated with a cool demeanor while her attentive eyes scanned the cafe with an alertness he recognized. He recognized it because he did it. Hyper-vigilance saved his life and more assignments than he could count. She seemed nervous. Like she knew she was being watched.

If she were Rittenhouse then she was probably right.

Looking at her closely as he sat down, the insanity of all of it finally hit him. She'd been dead and now she wasn't. Never was. She looked mostly the same. Her eyes had a hard quality to them and her face had stern lines set in it. Those were the only things that seemed different about Jess. But, in actuality, everything was different. He didn't know her at all.

Her eyes narrowed on him from across the table as she tried to analyze him with a sweeping glance. She looked wary and hesitant. Why she was the hesitant one he couldn't figure out.

"You're alive," he stated with a nervous swallow. Did he really want to know the truth? He was questioning himself now because he didn't know how much of his past was real anymore.

She let out a scoff and then smirked at him. "In the technical sense of the word, sure."

Shouldn't she look apologetic about all she put him through? Or at least pretend to be?

"I told you to come alone," she told him with a shake of her head.

"I did."

"There's an electrician's van across the street that's been sitting there since before I sat down and then a few minutes before you walked up a black sedan appeared down the street from it."

His eyebrows rose. He knew about the sedan but the van couldn't be—

Suddenly they were surrounded. The guests seated around them turned with guns drawn on Jessica and after a moment she laughed and held up her hands in surrender. "Of course."

Denise Christopher made her way through the crowd and shook her head at Wyatt's angry glare. "I didn't let Flynn get away with a secret meeting with one of you," the Agent told him. "Did you really think this would be any different?"

Wyatt hadn't even asked one question. He still had no answers. And now, they'd throw Jessica in some black site until they could properly interrogate her. He was furious. As they led Jessica away Wyatt stormed off to the sedan that dropped him off. He didn't want to be around this any longer than he had to be.

The sight of Lucy waiting for him at the Bunker entrance was the only thing that lightened his mood.

"What happened?" She asked as he stomped toward her.

"We were interrupted by Homeland Security."

Lucy rolled her eyes and huffed. "How did we not see that coming?"

"She offered that trade off too quickly. I should have put it together," Wyatt said with a shake of his head.

"Did you get to talk to her at all?" Lucy asked as she slipped her arm through his and curled her hand around his elbow.

He started walking them toward the common area before he answered her. "Just enough to know that Jessica is not a civilian. Not anymore. She's had training of some kind. She spotted Christopher's surveillance almost immediately."

Lucy's brow furrowed. "Sleeper agent?"

"Maybe," he said with a conflicted sigh.

Lucy leaned up and placed a warm kiss to his cheek before she squeezed his arm in support. "We'll figure it out, Wyatt."

Wyatt spotted Agent Christopher walking toward them just as the alarm sounded that indicated the Mothership had jumped.

"I guess we'll have to figure it out later," Wyatt said with a roll of his eyes.

They turned and headed toward the monitors. Jiya reached the computer first.

"Where and when are we going?" Lucy asked.

"You mean where and when are they going," Christopher corrected her. "You're grounded till that arm has time to heal up some."

Lucy quirked a brow and pursed her lips and Wyatt bit back a wince. He recognized that face. Last time he'd seen it had been while he was forcing them to hold Judith Campbell hostage. That was not a happy Lucy face.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You're benched for this trip, Lucy," Christopher repeated.

Wyatt tried to back away slowly. Desperately hoping that he could stay out of this argument. Rufus had entered the room and Wyatt was trying to make his way over to him.

"You can't bench me! I'm the historian!" Lucy yelled. "I mean, what are you going to do send them back without me? We all know that won't end well."

"Your arm is in a sling," Agent Christopher said with a tired sigh. "Do you really want to put the Lifeboat's restraints over it?"

"I-but-what if they get in a situation that they can't history themselves out of? They're going to need me." and then just as Wyatt was almost clear of Lucy and Christopher, Lucy's voice caught him. "Right, Wyatt?"

Damn.

He turned to face her and opened his mouth to speak but really didn't want to so no words formed.

"Really?" Lucy asked in flat tone after several moments of silence had passed.

He scratched the back of his neck nervously before he continued. "I mean, she kind of has a point."

"Excuse me?" Lucy asked as she turned her arched brow and pursed lips on him.

See, this is what he'd been trying to avoid, but it was too late now. He'd never shied away from disagreeing with Lucy before and he shouldn't start now. Especially when it concerned her health. So, now he had to own it.

He approached Lucy and ran a hand up and down her good arm soothingly. "Come on, Professor," he said softly with an equally soft lopsided grin. "You know as well as I do that traveling in the Lifeboat is uncomfortable even when we're uninjured, and you know you don't want to deal with the seasickness in addition to your injured arm. Not to mention the way that damn eyeball knocks us all around. One trip and your arm would end up in worse shape than it is now and then you'd really be benched. It sucks, but Agent Christopher is right."

As he hoped, her tense expression faded into one of resignation and she nodded with a sigh. "Fine. You have some valid points."

He smirked and chuckled at her. "Is that your way of saying I'm right?"

"Does now seem like a good time to be teasing me, Logan?" Lucy asked him with narrowed eyes. Her threatening tone was undone by the upward twitch of her lips. It wasn't quite a smile but it was close enough.

"No time like the present, Preston."

"Speaking of time," Agent Christopher said as she cleared her throat and gave them both a pointed stare. "Despite the fact that she can't go with you she did bring up a big problem. We cannot send the two of you back in time without any one to provide historical context. We do that and who the hell knows what you and Rufus might change."

"If I can't go, though," Lucy said with a furrowed brow. "Then who?"

"Um, I have an idea," Rufus said as he cleared his throat from the door of the Lifeboat. "You're all going to hate it."

They gave him expectant looks as they waited for him to elaborate.

"There is one person here who knows almost as much about history as Lucy does and, bonus, he's read her diary so he kinda knows where and when we're going to go before we do," Rufus said with a sheepish grin.

Lucy glared at him and her mouth dropped open in shock. "No. No. Absolutely not. Garcia Flynn is not sitting in my seat."

Wyatt scoffed and then gave her a knowing look. "Doesn't feel so good when it's you now, does it?"

"How many times do I have to apologize?" Lucy asked him with a sigh and an apologetic glance.

"I'll get back to you on that," Wyatt answered with a grin.

"There's really no one else," Rufus told them. "Unless, you know, Wyatt or myself can get an advanced degree in US History in the next five minutes."

Lucy huffed with a slight pout and a stomp of her foot before she conceded. "Fine. Okay. I guess."

Despite the idea of time traveling with Flynn, he found himself laughing softly at Lucy. "Very mature, ma'am."

"You know, in a few minutes you're going to be stuck in a very small space sitting across from Garcia Flynn," Lucy reminded him with a teasing glare. "I'm not sure I would be laughing if I were you."

The smirk dropped from his face and he groaned miserably. "This is going to be an unbearable mission."