I have a general idea where I'm going with this, but I'm also trying to follow along with the show. After episode 14 airs, I'll have a better idea what's going to happen. Also, I posted two chapters last time, and I think I confused some people. There were more visitors for Chapter 9 than for Chapter 8, so I think some people accidentally skipped Chapter 8. It was short chapter, but it's important for the development of Lucy's relationship with Flynn.

Wyatt and Rufus are in this chapter!

I don't own anything.

Chapter 10

Early in the morning of April 15th, 1912, the survivors of the Titanic were picked up by the Carpathia. Flynn and some men from the ship helped Lucy and all the women and children onto the ship. Lucy was still holding on tightly to the young boy, unwilling to let go. The boy was freezing so he did not mind. The sun was rising as the last of the survivors were being picked up. Flynn was helping the crewmen board people as Lucy stood in the front of the ship, looking out at the horizon. As the sky became brighter she could see the dead bodies with orange lifejackets floating in the distance. She turned away, unable to look at the frozen corpses. I cannot believe I thought this was going to be fun, she thought. I'm a historian, I should have known how horrible this was going to be…and to think Rittenhouse could have caused this…the death of over one thousand people... Lucy didn't know if she should feel sorry or angry. This isn't even the end of it. Rittenhouse is going to go on to instigate World War I, and then World War II… so many deaths. So many unnecessary deaths.

As the fog dissipated, other people started to notice the corpses far off into the distance. People turned away, sobbing, and others stared at the bodies in shock. The captain and crew eventually caught wind of what was happening and they quickly fulfilled their orders so the ship could get going. People were going around offering blankets. Someone handed Lucy a couple blankets, and offered some warm soup for the young boy. She sat on the deck and the boy sat next to her. She wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and watched as he slurped up the soup. Flynn eventually found them and sat with them on the deck. He didn't say a word, and neither did Lucy. They sat in silence, still trying to process everything that's happened in the past twenty-four hours. After the boy finished his soup he looked up at Lucy.

"Where's my mummy?" he asked. Lucy felt her heart break, how do I tell him his mom is probably dead? I wonder if he even understood what happened. Flynn answered before Lucy could.

"We don't know what happened to your mother, but we are going to try to find her," he said, smiling kindly. "But first, how about you tell us your name?"

"I'm Michael," he said with a toothy smile. He held up three tiny fingers at Flynn, "I am dis old."

"You're three years old?" Flynn asked, and the boy nodded. "Wow," he said, "do you know how old I am?" Michael shook his head shyly. "Try to guess," Flynn said, and the boy giggled. He held up all ten of his little fingers, and Flynn nodded, "that's close enough."

Lucy couldn't keep the smile from forming on her face. She watched as Flynn played games with the boy, trying to keep him busy. She didn't mind the distraction. Lucy was kind of surprised by this side of Flynn. She had almost forgotten that he was a father. I wonder how old his daughter was before Rittenhouse got to her...he seems to be good with toddlers.

After waiting around on the deck for a while, they were granted access into the dining hall of the ship. They waited in line for a few hours before getting a small lunch, which consisting of soup and bread. They waited around almost all day until the ship finally docked in New York City that evening.

As they exited the ship there were reporters everywhere, asking for eyewitness accounts of the sinking. The survivors were directed to a building to fill out some paperwork. Once someone from the government found out Lucy and Flynn were not Michael's parents, they had to take the boy away. Lucy was reluctant to let him go, but Flynn put his hand on her shoulder and reminded her that it was time for them to get going. As they walked outside, he opened up the briefcase he brought with him. He pulled out some cash and headed toward the line of taxi's waiting for first-class passengers. He talked to one of the taxi drivers, and then gave him some cash. He climbed in and motioned for Lucy to follow him.

"Where are we going?" Lucy asked as she climbed in.

"We are going back to the park where the lifeboat is."

"And what about Wyatt and Rufus?"

"They will be there waiting for you," he said, checking his watch.

"And what do I tell them?" she asked. "Rufus still has the recorder on him."

"I kidnapped you, remember? I forced you to help me save the Titanic, but it didn't work out," Flynn said, glancing to the man driving them. Lucy nodded and looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the ring on her finger that Flynn gave her. "Lucy," he said, which caused her to look up. "We didn't get to finish our conversation from last night." It took her a few seconds to remember what he was referring to.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that," Lucy said, awkwardly looking away. He kissed me before I could explain the conditions of our 'alliance'. He opened his briefcase and pulled out her journal. He glanced over at the driver again, hoping the man wasn't listening to them. He opened the journal to a specific page and handed it to Lucy.

"Don't say anything, just read it. I want you to know what's really going on before we talk," he said. Lucy took the journal with trembling hands, surprised that he is actually allowing her to read it. She looked down at the page, recognizing her own handwriting.

"Rittenhouse had no idea what they were getting into when they chose the three of us. They were hoping that Wyatt, the young and charming soldier with a broken heart, would fall in love with the pretty history professor. They were hoping Wyatt would forget about his wife's death. He was too unstable for this job, and they realized that too late. They were also hoping that I, a dedicated history professor, would work my hardest to protect history…their history. But I did not. They knew I was the offspring of Rittenhouse, so they assumed I would help their cause in the long-run. But they assumed wrong.

Rittenhouse's main goal was for us to kill Garcia, take back the mothership, and for the three of us to go back and change history for them. They would have forced us to go back as far as ancient times. They want complete control of everything and everytime. They were responsible for the Trail of Tears, the assassinations of JFK and MLK, and they caused the first and second World Wars, imagine what damage they could do if they went back over a thousand years ago. They could alter ancient Rome, Greece, China, Egypt. They could create their own religion. Or they could take control of the Bubonic Plague, and use it to their advantage. All of the possibilities are infinite, and horrendous.

Wyatt, Rufus, and I were all chosen for this for a reason. I was chosen because my father is a part of Rittenhouse. Rufus was chosen because he was the only pilot left. And Wyatt, he was chosen because Jessica was the offspring of Rittenhouse members. They wanted to use his wife's death as leverage to make him do what they want, and he fell for it. Wyatt had no idea about his wife's involvement, just like I had no idea when I found out about my biological father. Wyatt isn't to blame. Rittenhouse brain washed him into thinking that they could somehow bring his wife back. He believed them, and he has been working for them, hoping that one day they will bring her back. What's sad is that Rufus was stuck in the middle. He considered joining Garcia and I, but when Rittenhouse found out, they started training Jiya as the new pilot. Rufus couldn't allow her to get hurt, so he chose a side, Wyatt's side. I do not blame him though, he did what he had to do.

I wish I would have worked harder to convince Wyatt. You can't succeed by half-assing it. You have to sacrifice yourself to the cause. We all had to give up something. I was willing to erase myself from history so we could finally eradicate Rittenhouse once and for all. I gave up my family, work, friends. Amy is back, but she doesn't remember me, and neither does my mom. They are living happily though, and that is all I care about. I am the offspring of Rittenhouse, if Rittenhouse is gone, I do not exist. Just like Jessica. She will indirectly be erased from history once Garcia and I succeed. Wyatt did not understand. He killed my father, which prevented him from hiring Wes Gilliam to assassinate Jessica. Killing them didn't change anything, just as I told him. Rittenhouse as a whole is responsible for her death, not just two men. I don't understand why he would trust the group that killed his wife."

Lucy went to turn the page but Flynn yanked the journal out of her hands. She tried take her journal back, but he put it in his briefcase and locked it.

"Is it true?" she asked, just above a whisper. Flynn nodded, not wanting to say too much out loud, just in case their driver works for Rittenhouse. Lucy stared at her hands in her lap, still trying to process what she read. So Rittenhouse is going to try to take over the world. Wyatt will kill my father, which erases me from history. But Amy comes back, and she will be living happily with mom. Jessica's parents are a part of Rittenhouse, and for some reason, Rittenhouse wanted her dead. Rittenhouse chose Wyatt for these missions because they wanted to use his wife's death as leverage. Wyatt will one day work for Rittenhouse, and Rufus joins him to save Jiya. And me…I am erased from history, so the only other place I can go is with Flynn… Surprisingly, she did not feel like crying. She didn't know what she was feeling.

"When does all of this happen?" she asked quietly, still looking down at her hands.

"It is coming up…very soon."

"How soon?" she asked. Flynn hesitated.

"This will be your last time going home. After that, it is just you and me," Flynn said quietly. Lucy felt like crying, but held it in, determined that there is a way out of it.

"This is too soon...way too soon. I'm not ready for this. There has to be something else we can do?" Lucy asked hopeful.

"They are getting irritated with you three. We can't risk waiting any longer. I will explain later," he said, pointedly glancing over at the driver. She nodded and they were silent the rest of the drive. It did not take long for them to make it to the park. Their driver dropped them off, not saying a word about their strange destination.

"Why does it have to be so soon?" Lucy asked as they walked through the park.

"Rittenhouse doesn't know if they can trust the three of you. If we wait any longer, there is a chance they will attack one of your families."

"How do you know that?"

"You wrote about it…" he said. "I know this feels like it is too early, but we have to do this now. We have a very small window for everything to go as planned." Lucy let out a sigh of annoyance, why does it have to be me?

"Can I at least tell Wyatt and Rufus what is going on? Once he gets rid of the recorder, of course."

"No, you can't tell them anything. We can't change anything. Once you tell someone their future they try to change it."

"How do you know I won't try to change my future?" she asked. He stopped walking and gave her a threatening look.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked, and she shrugged her shoulders.

"I told you I would join you, but I didn't get to go over any of my conditions."

"Well?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest, "Let's go over them now."

"One, you will not force me to do something I do not want to do," she said. He raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, so she continued. "Two, we should only kill people when it's absolutely necessary… And three, I am here for a reason. So, I expect you to listen to all the advice I give you."

"Number one, okay. Number two and three…we'll see," he said, continuing to walk to the lifeboat. She following behind him, considering his answer. Maybe I can convince him…He said he won't force me to do anything I don't want to do, which is a good sign. He was walking so fast she had to jog to keep up.

"So what exactly do I tell them?" she asked, slightly out of breath. "They are going to want to know everything."

"Like I said before, tell them I kidnapped you against your will, and I tried to force you to save the Titanic with me."

"But you did kidnap me against my will," she reminded him.

"Did I? Really? I thought we were role-playing," Flynn said, smirking. Lucy chuckled and looked down at the grass awkwardly. Really? Role-playing? She was grateful that the sun was setting, because the darkness covered the pink tinge on her cheeks. He is right though…this whole trip felt more like role-playing than an actual kidnapping. She cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to get the conversation back on track.

"So how long do I have at home?" she asked.

"You will have tonight and all day tomorrow. Wyatt is going to convince Rufus to help him steal the lifeboat tomorrow night," he said.

"And what about me? Do I go with them? I can't stay at home if I'm going to be erased from history...I would be lost forever."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of that," he said, putting his finger on his lips signaling for her to keep quiet. They heard people in the woods ahead, and they approached them. She spotted Rufus and Wyatt in the clearing in front of the lifeboat.

"Lucy!" Wyatt and Rufus exclaimed in unison.

"Wyatt! Rufus!" she said as she ran up to hug them. Wyatt hugged her so tight she couldn't breathe. She gave them both kisses on the cheek, ecstatic that she gets to see them again.

"Are you okay?" Wyatt asked. "You were gone so long. did he hurt you or touch you? Because I promise you, I will kill him."

"You do realize that I'm standing right here, right?" Flynn said, annoyed. He was unwilling to admit it, but he was also kind of jealous of the three of them. Lucy is always so excited to see them. I don't get hugs or kisses on the cheek.

"You are lucky I don't have my gun on me," Wyatt threatened him. Flynn's men were standing around, guns in hand, prepared to protect Flynn.

"Wyatt, no, let's go," Lucy said, trying to avoid conflict. "It's been a long trip, we are all tired."

"Listen to her," Flynn said. "We don't want any more trouble."

Rufus opened up the door to the lifeboat, hoping Wyatt would get the hint and leave the situation alone. Lucy put her hand on Wyatt's shoulder, signaling that it was time to go. He reluctantly got into the life boat, and Lucy climbed in behind him.

"They still have my guns," he said after Rufus shut the door.

"It's not worth it," Rufus said, typing in coordinates.

"I know," he said. Wyatt leaned forward and helped Lucy with her seat belt. "What happened on the ship?" he asked her. "You've been quiet. I thought you would have been excited to tell us everything."

"Flynn tried to force me to help him save the Titanic. It didn't work out… A lot of people died," she said quietly. A few tears rolled down her cheeks, and they got the hint that she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"Sorry you had to go through that," Rufus said. Lucy nodded, trying to hold in her tears. They probably think I'm crying because of the Titanic…They have no idea about what is about to happen us.

"Next time we won't let him take you," Wyatt said, "This would have never happened if it wasn't for Flynn."

"Yeah, next time," she said, looking down at the floor gloomily. There will be no next time... After Wyatt finished with his own seatbelt, Rufus pushed a couple buttons and they were back home.

When Wyatt was in the locker room getting ready to leave, he got a call from an unknown number. He hesitated but picked it up.

"Who is this?" he asked.

"I am a man of my word," Flynn said. It took Wyatt a few seconds to figure out who he was talking to.

"What are you talking about?" Wyatt asked.

"Your wife's killer…I promised you a name."

"So let's hear it," Wyatt said.

"It is not as simple as you had hoped… A man named Benjamin Cahill was tracking down your wife. He wanted her dead, so he hired a man named Wes Gilliam to kill her," Flynn said. Wyatt was speechless. Why were there people trying to kill my wife? "There is a twist to it though," Flynn said.

"What is it?"

"Your dear friend, Lucy. Her biological father is Benjamin Cahill. And since you are a little bit older than her, you would have to kill her father before she is conceived."

"What?" Wyatt asked, confused. "That is impossible…why was Lucy's father tracking my wife?"

"I can't explain that part now. But I hope you understand that murdering her killer does not guarantee that she will come back…you have to choose. Try to save your wife, or allow Lucy to live a normal life," Flynn explained. Wyatt paused for about a minute, trying to decide.

"If I try to save my wife, what will happen to Lucy?"

"This is where the fun comes in," Flynn said, smirking. "Lucy will live as long as someone takes her out of her current timeline…So, if you decide to try to save your wife, let me know, and I will take Lucy somewhere safe."

"How do I know I can trust you? What if you take Lucy and abandon her in the middle of some bloody war? Or how do I know that you are even telling me the truth?"

"You know just as well as I do that I will never allow Lucy to get hurt. I've kidnapped her how many times now, twice? And she came back alive both times. She is used to me by now. You can call her and ask her yourself if you want to."

"Maybe I will call her," Wyatt said, anger in his voice. Flynn chuckled, and Wyatt felt like throwing his phone at the wall. Is he enjoying this? Does he think this is funny?

"How do you think she will react? Do you think she will be willing to give up her life for your wife's life?" Flynn said. And Wyatt had to think for a moment. He is right, I can't just tell Lucy if I'm going to erase her from history.

"How much time do I have?" Wyatt asked, still undecided about what he should do.

"I need to know by tomorrow night. Call this number back when you make a decision," Flynn said, hanging up the phone. Wyatt threw his phone into his bag and leaned his back up against the lockers. He let out a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. I wouldn't be killing Lucy or anything, she would just be erased from history. I could save my wife, and the only consequence would be that Lucy's family won't remember her...should I tell her? Or ask her first?...What if she says no… He put the rest of his things in his bag and quickly left the facility. It was about ten at night, so he decided to go home to drink rather than heading to a bar.

Lucy went home that night, grateful that she could finally sleep in her own bed, but she was also depressed, knowing that this will probably be her last night at home. She pulled out some left-overs from the fridge and checked her phone as it was warming up in the microwave. She scrolled through the string of messages Noah sent her.

–"Lucy we need to talk"

–"I want you to know that I'm here for you. Please answer."

–"Lucy, I want you to feel comfortable talking to me."

–"Please answer my calls."

–"I am here for you if you need me."

She sat at the table, eating her food, deciding if she should answer or not. I have a strange feeling Noah is working for Rittenhouse…Is it worth it to answer? I'm not going to exist in a couple days… She finished her food and went straight to bed, ignoring all her other text messages. I am tired of dealing with all of this. Sometimes I wish life was simple…Maybe I can convince Flynn to drop me off at some farm in the middle of nowhere. I could live out the rest of my life there….that seems much better than this.

A/N

Thank you for all the lovely reviews! :) Let me know what you guys think! I'll continue this story depending on where the show goes. If everything is waaay off, I'll probably start a new story. I won't know for sure until the finale comes out.

Hopefully they renew it! Try to watch it live, or within 24 hours of it airing, they look at that kind of stuff when making their decision.