A/N: So I had to take a bit of creative license with the dialogue from the first part of 2.10 to make it work with my storyline. Hope it works for everyone.

Betrayal

Garcia's Room, Bunker, Present day

He was having the best dream. He had spent the better part of the previous night kissing and caressing Lucy and now she was snuggled up against him, peacefully sleeping in his arms. It was everything he had hoped for and more than he could have dared to dream. He had just let out a sigh of contentment when there was a familiar sound. Something that wasn't part of the dream. Something that intruded into this blissful place where a miracle happened, something wrong. Garcia's eyes snapped open. He was instantly alert. Lucy's warm weight moved against him as she, also disturbed by the noise, stirred to wakefulness. She regarded him blearily and asked "Was that …"

"The Lifeboat" he finished with a growing sense of dread. "I think so."

He felt the loss of her as they both hurriedly rose and threw on the remainder of their clothing and shoes. He grabbed her hand and, together, they rushed out to the bunker's mission control center. They found the others already there regarding the empty space that used to hold the Lifeboat.

"Where's the Lifeboat?" Connor Mason looked frantic. Of course Mason was worried about his baby. If he had invented a time machine, Garcia supposed that he would also feel a bit proprietorial.

Rufus surveyed the disheveled group and immediately noticed who was missing. His panic evident as he asked "Where's Jiya?"

The pilot was frantic. Garcia didn't even want to consider how he would feel if it was Lucy who was missing. He couldn't lose another woman that he loved; he wouldn't survive it this time. He would burn the world down before he let that happen.

"What happened?" demanded Agent Christopher. Apparently she hadn't left the bunker last night.

"Wyatt!" Lucy's voice was both questioning and full of concern for the other man. Garcia felt a quick stab of pain hearing her call for the soldier. He was still trying to console himself with the fact that Lucy had woken in his arms when Wyatt answered.

"It's Jessica, she … she got my gun. Kidnapped Jiya. Took the Lifeboat."

"Wait, wait, wait. Hold on." He could tell that Lucy was having difficulty making sense of what she had just heard.

"So … so Jessica is Rittenhouse." Agent Christopher was quicker to asses the situation.

"Rittenhouse has the Lifeboat?" Garcia asked while he silently damned Jessica Logan to the deepest, darkest, most fiery pit in hell.

Rufus strode towards Wyatt demanding "What did she do with Jiya?"

When Wyatt couldn't, or wouldn't, answer, Rufus and Mason rushed to the computers. Rufus frantically typed on the keyboard hoping to find anything that would lead to the Lifeboat's whereabouts.

Peering over Rufus' shoulder, Mason asked "Anything?" To his credit, Mason was now looking more worried about his missing employee than his missing time machine.

"No, nothing. I can't find them."

"They might've disabled the tracker."

Agent Christopher slowly made her way over to where the two engineers were huddled over a computer. "Is there another way to locate the Lifeboat?"

Garcia just watched Lucy where she stood, in her old robe with the insane geisha obi print that she had hastily thrown on over his shirt, hair tousled from a night spent in his arms. Her eyes were dark with pain as she tried to process everything. He registered Rufus' cry of frustration but nothing could tear his eyes from Lucy as she stared after Wyatt, trying to comprehend the chaos that he had brought to the bunker.

"The whole system is down. There is nothing." Rufus said as he slammed his hands down on the keyboard.

Rufus ignored Mason's attempt at comfort. Instead the pilot's frustration at not being able to find the Lifeboat transformed to anger as Rufus charged towards Wyatt. "We asked you… I asked you to tell us if she said or did anything to make you think she was Rittenhouse."

"He didn't do anything wrong. He didn't … he didn't suspect anything." Hearing Lucy defend Wyatt infuriated Garcia.

"I did." Wyatt's soft admission filled the bunker. All activity halted.

"What?"

Her one word said it all. He ached for Lucy. The amount of hurt and heartache and the wealth of betrayal that she conveyed was endless. How much more could she possibly be expected to withstand? Garcia would have given anything, done anything, to take that pain away from her. Even as he struggled to contain his desire to murder Wyatt, for endangering them all, Lucy, for endangering Lucy, for being the cause of this new hurt, Garcia knew he wouldn't do it. Probably wouldn't do it. It would cause Lucy too much pain. Damn that man! After all Wyatt had done, how could she still defend him? Still hurt for him?

"Her brother" Wyatt ground out.

"He's a mechanic in Hayward" Agent Christopher's voice somehow conveyed that she was questioning why Wyatt was bringing Jessica's brother into this mess. "We did a background check on him. It came out clean."

Wyatt gave a defeated sigh. Looking like a man whose world had just ended, which Garcia supposed on some level it just had, the soldier responded "Yes, but in our original timeline, he died of leukemia when they were kids. But here, Jessica said that he was saved by some sort of stem cell therapy which… I assume was not around in the 1980s."

"So what? You just lied?" Garcia didn't bother to try to hide his disbelief and disgust. Even though he had suspected, all right believed, that Jessica was Rittenhouse, he still struggled to wrap his head around the younger man's betrayal. Yes, Wyatt had walked around the bunker with his head up his ass for the last several weeks. Had been responsible for hurting Lucy deeply, but he knew that Wyatt still loved her and would have never done anything to place her in danger. Or so you thought. That was the main reason he disliked, hated, the other man so strongly. But this …

"Why didn't you tell us?" Lucy demanded as if there could ever be a justification for this.

"Because I wanted to figure it out first. I told her she had to leave the bunker. I was trying to do the right thing, and …"

Wyatt turned his gaze on Lucy. The soldier's blue eyes swam with tears and pleaded for understanding.

"If your sister came back, would you assume that she was your sister, or would you think she's some sort of traitor."

Garcia saw that Wyatt's tactic had succeeded up to a point. Lucy had softened slightly towards the other man. Still, no-one in the bunker, not even Lucy, was going to let Wyatt off the hook so easily. He certainly wouldn't. This betrayal was just too big.

"I'm sorry."

Wyatt hung his head in sorrow as he began to realize the magnitude of his mistake. The colossal way he had just let down the team and the extent of the danger that he had placed them in.

"It's a little late for that. Geeze, we… we had those Rittenhouse photos and we did Jack squat and now Jiya's gone."

When he heard Rufus' self-recrimination, Garcia realized that he bore some of the blame as well. Self-hatred rose as he acknowledged that he could have done something to prevent this even though Agent Christopher had forbidden it. Deep down they had both known that Jessica was Rittenhouse. Just because Denise Christopher had decided to play it safe didn't mean he had to. He could have chosen to act. He had vowed to protect Lucy whatever the cost and he had failed miserably. And that was saying nothing about the harm that he had allowed to come to Jiya.

"Okay, we're just trying to figure out what happened Wyatt."

His Lucy, ever the diplomat. Anger towards himself, and Wyatt, can't forget Wyatt, made Garcia's thoughts harsh. Caused his words to be even harsher. He faced Wyatt.

"So, let me just sum this up. Jessica was screwing you, she lied about being pregnant, & then she wrapped you around her finger just long enough so she could screw us too. Damn it, why the hell didn't you at least tell me? At the very least we could have kept a watch on the Lifeboat."

Wyatt's response was swift and equally harsh. "Cause I didn't trust that you wouldn't try to kill her."

"Well in hindsight, would that have been such a bad thing?"

Anger at the situation made his words cruel. Immediately after saying them, he hoped he hadn't actually meant them. Garcia didn't even blame Wyatt for the first punch. But after that he gave as good he got. Mason tried to reason with them and Agent Christopher ordered Wyatt to stand down but the protests came from so far away. He put all of his anger, frustration, and jealousy into each blow. Rage clouding both of their visions, he and Wyatt fought, doing their level best to kill each other, and his Lucy jumped in.

"Wyatt"

She tried to defend him. Grabbed Wyatt's arm and tried to pull 180 pounds of enraged Delta Force soldier off of him. He realized that Wyatt hadn't meant to backhand Lucy, just to shrug her off. Still, all Garcia saw as he lunged for the other man was the woman they both loved holding a hand to her face with a look of shock at being struck by someone she trusted to protect her.

Mason and Agent Christopher pulled him off Wyatt and held him back as Wyatt turned. The look the soldier gave Lucy was one of regret and contrition.

"Lucy"

Wyatt started for her, no doubt to try to take her in his arms. But Lucy held up a hand to hold him off.

"No, NO!"

Damn it, the tears were as evident in her voice as they were streaming down her face as she ran from the room. Both he and Wyatt had truly fucked this up.

He gave Lucy some space. He needed a bit of time to calm down before he went to find her and apologize. Please let her forgive me. Still it wasn't long before he went off in search of her, ice pack in one hand, his heart in the other.

Garcia found her sitting on her bed in the room that she had shared with Jiya. She was staring forlornly at the other woman's bed, a lost look on her face. The door was open but he knocked anyway.

"Hey, thought you might want this."

She gave him a tight smile but it didn't reach her eyes. Unsure, he crossed into the room and moved to sit next to her on the bed.

"Here, let me see."

His hand shook as he gently moved her hair so he could get a good look at her jaw. There was a small amount of swelling and redness. She winced as he raised the ice pack to her face.

"Sorry. This should help."

Her eyes found his and she gave him that same tight smile again. He pulled her into his chest and held her. They sat like that for quite a while. Each drawing comfort from the other's presence. Finally Lucy pulled away and shifted so that she was facing him. He thought she seemed a bit more at peace. This time her smile was more real, it's warmth reaching her eyes.

"Garcia, I don't regret it."

His eyes lit as he wrapped his arms around her and hauled her onto his lap. His heart filled with joy as he expressed gratitude to the heavens for this gift. He knew that he could never deserve her, yet she was here anyway.

"Thank God."

Lucy's small hand cupped his jaw and brought his face down to hers. She kissed his cheek, his forehead, his other cheek, and finally his lips. Garcia pulled her even closer and buried his face in her hair. He had no words, either in English or in Croatian, to express how he felt in this moment. Instead they poured out of him through the tears that soaked into her hair. She said nothing, just held him until he was calm and then kissed him once again.