The next few days had gone by without so much as a sound from Rittenhouse. It made the team uneasy in a way. They weren't used to having so much downtime and the wondered what Rittenhouse was up to. The only good thing that came from all of this silence was that everyone was able to heal up from the past few trips - Flynn most of all.

Tenley had continued to check on Flynn's wounds and was genuinely happy to see them healing nicely. Even though his abdomen was still slightly bruised, he was looking like his normal healthy self.

Wyatt and Rufus were growing bored in the bunker, begging Agent Christopher to allow them to leave just for a few hours, which of course, she denied the request. Instead, she supplied them with new DVDs to binge watch on their downtime.

Lucy spent most of her time rereading her history books - some for the first time since the change at Jamestown. She was learning all sorts of new information. She hadn't realized the ramifications that Pocahontas and John Smith had in life until she saw just how much had changed over the course of centuries.

Jiya and Tenley had spent a lot of time together, teaching each other new games and bonding over their love of science fiction. Tenley had suggested that George Takei was right in his statement that there should not be a war between Trekkies and Star Wars lovers, but that they should unite against Twilighters. Jiya had laughed and admitted that she had never heard of that before, but loved it.

Agent Christopher had brought many of the items that was on Tenley's list of things that she felt would help her adjust to life inside the bunker. Among the stacks of books and cds, Tenley had asked for board games. When Jiya saw the stack of games, she was ecstatic. At first, it started with just the two of them, but as time continued to pass them by, they began to have more of them interested.

Rufus was the first to join them when he saw that they had been playing Pandemic. Wyatt joined in shortly thereafter, simply out of boredom, but he continued to play the games after realizing how much fun they were having. His personal favorite of the bunch had turned out to be an old school game called The Omega Virus. Lucy became interested when she saw the different kinds of trivia games and Guillotine, which was a card game that she and her sister, Amy, used to play all the time. Mason eventually joined in and found that he was particularly fond of Carcassonne and Agricola. Flynn took interest when he watched them play several rounds of Dominion.

Agent Christopher had laughed and mentioned that it was nice to see the team bonding and having regular game nights, just as long as it didn't interfere with their missions. Tenley had tried to recruit Denise into sticking around one night and playing some games with them, but she turned the offer down, explaining that she had her family to get home to. Tenley suggested that she at least take a game or two home to play with her family, to which Christopher eventually agreed.

One night, after they finished playing games, Tenley began cleaning up the pieces. It was late and after Wyatt and Rufus began fighting over the rules of a game, the fun had ended early.

Regardless of the bickering and occasional fights, Tenley was glad to have introduced the group to some fun activities to help bond and fight boredom. It was also a great way for her to help the team relieve some much needed stress and anxiety. She smiled knowing that she was helping them without them even realizing it.

Tenley placed the pieces to Agricola in their respective baggies before placing them into the box. She didn't even notice that Lucy had joined her. Lucy asked, "Do you need some help?"

Tenley looked up. "Sure. If you want to." She watched as Lucy started to slowly help put the pieces away, not speaking. The doctor saw that Lucy had something on her mind and asked, "How are you doing since I've been giving you your medications?"

Lucy nodded. "It's been good, thank you." After another short moment of silence, Lucy finally asked, "Is it weird to want life to go back to the way that it used to be?"

Tenley looked at her, shaking her head. "Of course not. This isn't normal. I'm not sure that anyone else in this world, if they were in your shoes, would think or feel differently."

Lucy stopped putting the pieces away and met the doctor's gaze. "It's just... I keep thinking about my sister. I'm terrified that I'll never be able to save her, that Rittenhouse has completely destroyed all connections that would lead me back to her." Tenley listened as Lucy continued to talk about her fears and concerns that she had moving forward. "Flynn told me that Emma had made another threat against me, but he's convinced that it's more than her normal threats."

"What do you mean?" Tenley asked, brows furrowed.

Lucy shook her head. "I don't know..." She thought for a moment. She looked back at the doctor and added, "Emma has been trying to kill me for a while now."

"What's stopped her?" the doctor questioned.

Lucy smirked. "My mother, mostly."

"So, you're thinking that Emma might actually do something to you that your mother won't be able to stop?" Tenley probed.

"That's what I think Flynn believes," Lucy stated.

"And what do you think?" Tenley pushed.

Lucy shrugged, almost dejectedly. "I don't know."

"What would killing you accomplish?" Tenley asked, leaning against the table.

Lucy admitted, "I'm not sure...other than being out of the way." When she saw the confusion written on Tenley's face, she added, "Emma and I don't exactly get along."

"What do you want to see come from this?" Tenley asked. "How do you want to handle this situation?"

"I don't think that I have much choice," Lucy replied.

"Why not?" Tenley asked. Lucy shot her a look of disbelief. Tenley continued, "You have a choice, Lucy. We all do. Every day, we are faced with a series of choices. When to wake up. What to wear - this top or that one? Coffee or tea? Cream or milk? Sugar or not?" When Lucy nodded that she understood the questions, Tenley started to make her point. "If you didn't have a choice, I think you would have been killed by Emma a long time ago."

Lucy furrowed her brow at the doctor. "What?"

"It's clear that your choice has been to fight back," the doctor mentioned. "If you hadn't been making the choice to fight back, you wouldn't be standing here listening to me drone on about choices."

Lucy chuckled. "You make it seem so easy."

"Making the choice is easy," she replied. "It's following through with your choice that's hard."

Lucy took the doctor's words in. She was mulling them over. "Thanks," she said. "For the pep talk. I'll see you later?"

Tenley nodded. "Of course. Any time. I'll be here." Lucy smiled and walked out of the common living area, leaving Tenley standing there by herself, with board game pieces.

When Tenley finished cleaning up the board games, she stacked them carefully on top of one another to carry back to her room. The stack was larger than she thought, and almost dropped them a couple of times as she tried to navigate through the corridors back to her room.

As she rounded the corner, she heard someone shout, "Whoa! Here, let me help you."

Tenley felt some of the board games lift from her stack. When she looked to see who had come to her aid, she was face to face with Wyatt. He was smiling kindly at her. She returned the gesture. "Thanks. That's helpful."

"Sorry for ruining game night," he started. "It was stupid to have argued over the rules."

Tenley started walking down the hallway with Wyatt next to her. She pointed out, "It's especially silly since you two were fighting over fifth place."

Wyatt laughed. "There is that too, I suppose."

They entered the infirmary and placed the games on the floor by the sofa. Tenley mentioned, "But I'm assuming you didn't come seeking me out to apologize for being competitive."

Wyatt glanced over his shoulder to see that the door to the infirmary was still open. He reached over, closing it before saying, "No, actually... I wanted to talk to you about Lucy."

"What about her?" the doctor asked.

"Lucy hasn't exactly been herself these days," Wyatt began. "I'm worried about her." Tenley nodded. He added, "I know that Flynn told her that Emma was planning something terrible for her, but I think he might just be stressing her out for no good reason."

"How do you know that Flynn said anything to her?" Tenley asked, careful not to divulge information that was told to her in confidence.

Wyatt looked slightly embarrassed. "I overheard."

"You were eavesdropping," she corrected.

He smirked. "Call it what you will, but... I still think that he shouldn't be saying anything to her about that."

"Why not?" Tenley asked. "If someone heard a threat made about you, wouldn't you want to know?"

"Yes, but-" he started. When Tenley gave him that 'what did you expect' look, he added, "She's so focused on what Emma is going to do to her rather than the mission."

Tenley thought for a moment. "I'm not sure that I understand what you mean. Your last mission seemed to go smoothly," she stated. Then she remembered how badly beaten up Flynn was when they returned and quickly added, "Well, almost smoothly." Wyatt's smirk didn't go unnoticed by the doctor. She sighed and said, "You just need to be there for her, Wyatt. Stop withholding information from each other and you'll be fine. It's always worse to not tell someone something and then they find out."

Wyatt nodded. "Is there a way that you can tell Flynn to stop sharing?" When Tenley shook her head, he sighed. "It was worth a try."

"You care about her," she stated. He looked at the doctor and knew that it was a statement of a fact, not a question. He nodded. Tenley replied, "The best thing you can do for her is to be there and look out for her. Listen to her and things will work out for the best. It always does." Wyatt gave her a small smile, turned, and left the infirmary.

Tenley stood there thinking over everything that was shared with her in the last hour. First Lucy, then Wyatt. It was clear to her that the team was close, they cared for each other. She knew there was some tension still between Wyatt and Flynn, though it hadn't been explained and she didn't want to pry it out. She knew that eventually it would work itself out organically without her meddling, but it was becoming apparent that it might be the biggest strain on the team and their abilities to function the way they should.

She was becoming concerned for Lucy's wellbeing, however, especially since she had been informed by a couple of people now that Lucy had a major target painted on her back and Emma was constantly seeking it out. There were still a lot of details that she was still unaware of regarding the whole Lucy versus Emma situation and she knew that she would need to get the full story someday soon.

However, it would have to wait as the alarms began to blare throughout the bunker. She poked her head out in time to see everyone rushing to the main area. She followed the group.

"Where are they now?" Christopher asked.

Jiya replied, "Maryland, February 1818."

Lucy looked taken aback by the date. In her mind, she was sifting through years of history, trying to make heads or tails for that particular date. Everyone could see her wheels turning, but not making any headway. Finally, she said, "That was around the time that Frederick Douglass was supposedly born."

"What do you mean 'supposedly'?" Christopher asked.

Lucy blinked a few times, trying to think of another answer as she stated, "The documenting of slaves' births weren't recorded very well back then, but they believed him to have been born on Valentine's Day."

"So," Wyatt asked. "Rittenhouse is trying to kill him before he's born?"

Lucy could only shrug. "Maybe, I mean, I can't imagine why he's a target though." She closed her brown eyes and stated, "I mean, I could see why they'd target him, but not now..."

"Details, Lucy," Denise requested.

Lucy sighed, trying to think of how to explain all of the muddled thoughts flying through her head. "He's a prominent figure in history. He was an abolitionist, a supporter of the suffragette movement, an author, an editor, a diplomat - he was one of Lincoln's closest friends..." She thought for a moment. "He was one of the strongest voices in all of those matters...maybe by silencing him, the outcomes would not have been so favorable."

Christopher noticed that Lucy couldn't say for sure the motives of Rittenhouse and why they were targeting the people they were targeting. It was unfair of everyone to ask so much of the woman. To try and take some of the expectations off of Lucy, she asked, "So, who's on the team?"

Lucy suggested, "If he's about to be born..." she turned to Tenley. "I think you should be there."

Tenley's brown eyes grew large. "Wh-what?"

Lucy explained, "You're a doctor. You'd know what to do if something goes wrong."

"But I've not-" she stammered. "I've not-" she motioned to the Lifeboat. "I've never ... I thought I was supposed to just patch people up when they came back."

"And Flynn looks great since you've shown up," Wyatt joked. Flynn tossed a sneer at the man. Rufus tried hard to hide his laughter. Wyatt replied, "You'll be fine as long as you stick with us."

Lucy stated, "Actually, I think that Flynn would be better on this one."

Wyatt looked at her in shock. "What? You can't be-"

Denise cut him off. "Very well. Lucy, Rufus, Flynn, and Tenley. Get going." She whispered to Tenley as she started to slowly approach the machine, "You'll be fine. Stick close to the team."

Tenley couldn't even speak. She felt sick to her stomach. She had signed on to take care of the team when they got injured or wounded. She hadn't expected to be forced to jump into a time machine and stop a crazed cult from changing history - a subject she was pseudo comfortable with.

She sat down into one of the four chairs in the Lifeboat and started to buckle herself in with shaky hands.

Rufus stated, "Don't worry. After your first jump through time, you'll be used to it. You might even find it fun."

"Like you do?" she retorted. "You're always saying how you hate history."
"Because I'm black," he commented. "I don't mind history if I'm reading about it...not living it, there's a difference."

Lucy interjected to stop a fight from happening, "You'll be fine."

"I forgot my bag," Tenley shouted, realizing her mistake. She started to reach for the buckle but was stopped.

"You can't bring anything with you," Lucy replied. "At least, not anything modern like that. It would change history."

Tenley blinked at the comment. "And bringing our modern clothes and Flynn's gun won't?"

Lucy sighed. She knew how scared the doctor was. She couldn't blame her for feeling and saying the things that she was saying. She had been there herself once. She simply replied, "We need the gun. That's sort of a safety net in case something happens."

Tenley had stopped listening. She was already bracing herself for the jump as she listened to the engine whir. She focused on her breathing. In and out. In and out. When the machine started shaking and the inside consoles were beeping wildly, she clenched the straps to her harness and closed her eyes tightly.

Her whole body felt light for a moment, as though floating through space. The hair on her arms stood at attention and she felt a wave of warmth and electricity wash over her. When the shaking ceased, her body felt energized as if she had slept for ten hours and had three cups of coffee.

"We're here," Rufus announced, mostly for Tenley's benefit.

The doctor opened her eyes to see that the team had already cracked open the hatch to the cold winter world outside and started to emerge from within. Tenley felt shaky as if the cups of proverbial coffee didn't agree with her. She undid her harness and slowly made her way out of the machine. It didn't help that she was beginning to feel the cold air engulf her.

Once on solid ground, she vomited. Thankfully, she had very little in her stomach and it was mostly dry heaving in the snow. She sat down on the snow bank, knees up and arms resting on top. She had her head between her knees, breathing in and out.

She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. "It will pass." Tenley glanced up once she started to feel more like herself and met the familiar brown eyes of Lucy. Lucy smiled and said, "Come on. We need to find some clothes and coats."

Tenley reached out and took the outstretched hand of Lucy. Once on her feet, they began trudging through the deep snow.