A/N: So you all asked for longer. I hope you like it, I'm kind of feeling like it got a bit out of character at times and I'm not sure I'm any good at writng action scenes. It's also still kind of fragmented because that's just kind of how this story is coming to me. I meant to make it even longer and end with a even bigger cliffhanger but I have to finish making candy and wrap some gifts before Christmas arrives!


EIGHT

"Are you the new girl?" one of the six ladies crammed into the small changing room asked Lucy.

"Yes," she said quickly moving a little further into the room. "I'm Lu-"

"I don't care, you share Silivas tables," she pointed over to a pale girl the corner. "Tonight is busy so get changed fast. Since you haven't been to practise you're working the floor and don't get any of the tips from the show."

"Right," Lucy said, wondering why she'd volunteered for this. It was a smart way to get information, yes, and none of the outfits the girls were wearing was really all that revealing. Still they could have sent Wyatt in. Except Flynn would have recognized him. But it was still scary to be on her own. She wasn't a spy. She was a historian!

"Come on then ladies," the woman called just as Lucy had made her way over to a clothing rack that held a bunch of outfits that could have come straight out of Moulin Rouge. That movie was one of Amy's favorites.

The girls left and Lucy searched for an outfit as fast as she could. She found a mask that would hide her identity and match with an outfit, which was a good thing. A few of the other girls had worn masks too but not everyone so matching was important. It would make it less likely Flynn would notice her she figured.

"Janie said you were finally here," a male voice said from the doorway. There was a big middle aged man in a suit, smoking a cigarette watching her. The owner of the Burlesque club probably. He looked like the kind of sleazy bag that might own one.

"Yes," she said, but didn't move closer to him to offer him her hand. "I'm Lucy."

"Well," the big man said, giving her another look over and a leering grin. Lucy was really glad to still be in her conservative 1940s knee length skirt and blouse. "Aren't you just the prettiest little thing I've ever seen."


Outside Wyatt was pacing. "It's taking too long."

"Relax man," Rufus said. "It's only been six minutes. Lucy's got this."

"I know," Wyatt said, sitting down next to Rufus on a bunch of crates. "She's probaly totally fine. Totally."


"You could make me big money," the big man said wistfully and creepily. "Oh yes you could."

Lucy wasn't sure how to respond to that. Wyatt had been teaching her how to punch and she really wanted to respond by walking across the room and slugging the guy. Except that wasn't really the appropriate thing to do. And she doubted her punch would do much to him. A kick to the family jewls maybe...

"I was just going to-" she started.

"No, sweetheart," the man said. "You're not going to be doing anything besides telling me who you are."

"I'm the new girl," Lucy said, holding up the outfit she'd found but not had time to change into.

"You're not though, sweetheart. I've met her. Top heavy girl named Linda," he said and walked over to her. "You're not her."

"No I'm not," Lucy said trying to improvise. "Linda is my sister. She's sick so she sent me instead, because she doesn't want to lose the work."

"I don't believe you little missy," he said, grabbing her upper arm and beging to haul her back towards the door. "Not for a minute."


Pop

"Did you hear that?" Wyatt said, jumping up off the crate. He knew the sound of a gun being fire anywhere.

"I did," Rufus said, but Wyatt was already sprinting away from him, towards the door.

Wyatt had known this was a bad idea. He should have learned to trust his instincts, they'd gotten him through some pretty damned difficult spots oversea. But with Lucy he wasn't sure how much was him being over protective, him over-thinking. He knew the more he got to know her, the closer they got, the more he let himself feel for her the more trouble it would be doing his job.

Or would it?

His job was keeping her (and Rufus) safe...and getting Flynn. Caring for Lucy wouldn't interfere with keeping her safe but it might if it came down to choosing between saving her and taking out Flynn. He knew for sure he wouldn't dare to take a shot like he had that time with the Hindenburg again.

Pop

Pop- Pop - Pop

Fuck, what had she done to get this many bullets flying? Maybe Flynn was the one doing the shooting and she was totally safe, hidden in some safe little knook. The thought of that made him feel better even if it was unlikely to be true.

When he was halfway to the warehouse door, it burst open and noise along with several scantily clad fearful girls and worried looking men came bursting out. With Rufus right behind him he pushed through the crowd and into the 'Burlesque Lounge' and the middle of a shoot out.

Flynn was ducked behind a sofa shooting at a guy huddeling with some men that had to be the lounge's security. The security guys looked pretty nervous and as Flynn fired a few more rounds their way and yelled for them to give up someone named Andrews, they looked pretty tempted.

"Do you see Lucy?" Rufus asked.

"No."

"Maybe she got out-" Rufus started to suggest.

"Wyatt!" Lucy called from to the right of them and left of Flynn. If he covered her she should be able to make it to him and Rufus with no problems. She poked her head out from behind a tipped over table. He took a deep relived breath. She looked fine. She was OK. But then he realized she had some splattered blood on her face.

"Lucy," he called, "Are you hurt?"

"What? No. It's not my blood," she called, which didn't really make him feel a whole lot better.

Pop- Pop - Pop

Wyatt thought that it was Flynn shooting but realized it was the security guys - and they were shooting Lucy's way. That was going to make covering her a lot harder.

"Can you take em all out?" Rufus asked in a hushed voice.

Wyatt pulled his gun out. "Let's find out."

Sometimes Wyatt felt bad about all the bodies they - well mostly he - was dropping on their missions. But guys working securty for a 1940s titty-bar wasn't the kind of men he figured would have made some huge postive contrubation to society if he let them keep on breathing.

With only a few steps he was in a pretty perfect to take out the gaurds. He made sure not to aim at, the guy in a navy unform, Andrews or whatever is name was. Because Lucy would totally be pissed with him if he accidentally killed someone really important...and the world might change in some weird way again. And if Flynn wanted the guy dead, they probaly wanted him alive.

Unforunatly he only maged to squeezed a couple of rounds off before they opened fire back at him - and Flynn decided to get in on the action too. Barely manging to duck and roll away he took cover under a table. Which gave him an unexpectly good angle at Flynn. A way to end the whole time travel mess. He spent one-two-three seconds hesitating for some stupid reason and when he did pull the trigger Flynn had moved enough to the left for the shot to be none lethal.

But still painful enough for Flynn stumble in pain and then decide retree was his best option. Or maybe it was the sound of police sirens getting closer and closer. Flynn ducked away, heading for the other exit.

Another shot went off behind him and there was a crash. Wyatt got to his feet and found Rufus standing over the last gaurd with a broken bottle.

"You good?" Wyatt asked, scanning the room for any other threats but finding none. He put his gun back in his hoslter.

"Sure. Did you see me hit that guy?" Rufus said. "Bam. He had a gun and everything."

Shaking his head, Wyatt called "Lucy?" and turned to walk over to where he'd last seen her. She didn't respond but he found her easily enough. She was pressing a dirty looking towl against a fat dude's chest. It was pretty clear to Wyatt the man was dead but Lucy kept on pressing the bloody towl at what he guessed was the fatal man must where all the blood on her face and light shirt was from. "Darlin', you don't need to do that." She kept her hands on the towl but looked up at him.

"I do. I mean, I didn't," she said. "I just, I was just-"

"It's all right," he said, keeling down next to her and the body. "He's dead."

"I know," she said, desperatley, her eyes suddenly filling with tears. "I killed him. I didn't mean to. I didn't think. I mean I thought there was a safety."

"He was already dead," he told her gently. Because in the future, their time, the present, the man was. "He's probaly been dead decades."

"But I killed him," she said, wiping at her cheek and leaving a trace of blood there. "I didn't...I don't..."

"It's going to be okay," he told her, taking her bloody hands for a second, wanting to calm her, hug her, make it all better but there was no time... and even if there was time, there was no way to undo what she'd done and make it 'OK' for her. "We need to go." The sires of police cars were getting closer. "Now."

She nodded and he stood, looking over to Rufus who was talking to the Andrews guy. Maybe trying to figure out why he was important - to Flynn and Rittenhouse. Smart thinking.

Lucy stood on shaky legs and he gave her an enguraging smile. She looked pale and he hated to see all that blood on her. How had she gotten it all over her like that? Had it been that much of it before?

"Wyatt," Lucy said, reaching a shaking hand out towards him, as he felt a rising sense of dread. "I don't feel so good."

He barely had time to catch her before she collapsed. "Fuck," he swore as he realized the blood on the side of her shirt wasn't from the man she'd killed. It was her own. She'd been hit sometime during the end of the shoot out. Maybe by a bullet aimed at him. Well if someone had wanted to hit him somewhere it would really hurt they'd gotten it right.

"Is she okay?" Rufus called as he headed their way and the Andrews guy scrambled for the door.

"No," Wyatt called. Because Lucy was most definitely not okay. "She'd been shot."


I know! I know! I'm a horrible person for leaving you with this! And you're going to have to wait a bit for the next part because of the holidays :P