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I'm sorry if the updates don't come as fast in the next few days, but I'm really busy at school with the mid-terms… But don't worry, I will finish this story!

Enjoy chapter 11!

Chapter 11: Hangover

Rays of sunshine peeked through Wyatt's bedroom curtains and he groaned as he woke up, the bright lighting making his head pound. It was the 4th day in a row that Wyatt woke up with a hangover.

Ever since they had come back from Buffalo and he had seen the video of Lucy, his life had been turned upside down. It was like feeling the same way he had felt when he lost Jessica. The feeling of guilt and failure weighted on him.

He had spent four years with that feeling and not until recently, until after the Alamo to be precise, he had started, just a little, working on that guilt thinking that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't responsible for Jessica's death, or for leaving his teammates behind in Syria. Would he always feel guilty of leaving her alone on that road? Yes. But was it his fault that she had been killed? No. That was what he had come to terms with in the last weeks. So he had said good-bye to that old bottle of whiskey he always kept in one of his cupboards, had put the bulletin board away and had decided it was well time to start living again. All that because Lucy had made him feel like he was still worth something when she said she needed him.

That was two weeks and a half ago. Then they had gone to Nixon's Washington where he had felt betrayed by his friends, but nothing more than a night of apologies was needed before he felt alive again.

And then they had to go to New-York and head their separated ways. What a stupid decision! As stupid as letting Jessica on that road by herself! So the feeling of failure came back, but Wyatt tried to fight it by putting all his energy into fighting Flynn in the next mission they were sent too. But by doing just that, he had condemned Lucy to pain and sufferance. Flynn had warned him about the consequences of stopping him and he had still gone after him, thinking he was stronger and smarter. Turned out the man still escaped and took everything out on Lucy, something Wyatt wasn't ready to forgive himself for.

At first he had tried busying himself into work, bothering every agent until they had explored every possible lead to find where Lucy was. They even went back, he, Rufus and Anna, to 1929 New-York, a couple of hours after their departure to make sure that they didn't cross themselves, in case Flynn had left Lucy there. But just like everything else they had tried, it lead to nothing more than disappointment and anger.

Wyatt couldn't take it anymore. Every time he closed his eyes he could see Lucy's expression of pain as she was laying on the concrete floor, gasping for air while one of Flynn's man took pleasure in kicking her over and over again.

So the feeling of failure came back in full force and so did the old bottle of whiskey. Because when he drank it was the only time that he wasn't seeing Lucy's face when he closed his eyes. For a couple of hours, it was just numb darkness.

Still, when he woke up, just like that morning, Wyatt regretted it every time. His pounding headache was yet another reminder of how much a failure he was. He couldn't even support the pressure of what he had done. He couldn't face it and preferred to drown his sorrows in alcohol, what a loser he was! He just didn't know what else to do. How was he supposed to find Lucy when he didn't have a single clue as to where she was?

Wyatt turned over in his bed to avoid the bright rays of light and tried to fall back asleep, but the thoughts wouldn't leave his mind. All he could think about was how much a failure he was. However, that morning, he didn't have time to self-pity really long because a loud knock at the door interrupted him, making his head close to explode.

Wyatt first ignored it, groaning and pulling his covers up over his head, wanting to go back to sleep until the next day, but the pounding on the door never stopped. In fact, the person, who Wyatt soon recognised as Rufus, started calling for him.

"Wyatt! Wyatt!" he called, "I know you're in there! Open the damn door before I have to do it myself!" Rufus all but screamed in an irritated manner.

Wyatt's heart skipped a beat as he heard Rufus' voice. Was he there because they had found Lucy?

He got out of his bed faster than ever, ignoring the dizziness as he stood up, and ran to door, which he opened wildly before looking at Rufus expectantly, but his friend simply took time to stare at him, concern written all over his face "Wyatt…" he started, "You look like hell…" stated Rufus as he entered Wyatt's apartment and took in his friend's dishevelled hair, unshaved face and the dark circles under his eyes.

"Have you found her Rufus?" was all Wyatt replied not caring for a second about how he looked.

Rufus sighed, "No, we're working on some encrypted signals that I found right now, but we aren't even sure they are about the location of the video," Rufus explained with a sorry expression.

"Damn it!" Wyatt cursed before punching the wall next to the door, hurting his hand in the process.

"Stop it Wyatt!" Rufus cried as he saw his friend shake his injured hand in pain, "This is not going to help Lucy!" he chastised.

"I know! Don't you think I know Rufus?" Wyatt exploded, "I've spent the last four days in my apartment trying to forget that there's absolutely no way for me to find Lucy!"

"Yeah? And you don't think Lucy deserves better than you trying to forget about her? She's out there somewhere, hurt, alone, and she probably counts on us more than anything in the world! We have no right to self-pity and try to forget about her! Even if we have no idea of how we're going to find her, we're gonna keep fighting is that clear?" Rufus said in a breath, looking wide eyed at Wyatt.

The soldier sank down to the floor, his back to the wall he had just punched, and Rufus did the same next to him, "I know you're hurting Wyatt and I know that you care about Lucy, but right now you're not showing it," Rufus said with a new-found calm voice.

"I know, I just feel so guilty Rufus," Wyatt began in a whisper.

"You shouldn't. Not a single thing in that story is your fault," Rufus added, cutting him off.

"No? What about "If you stop me I'll hurt Lucy?"" Wyatt asked in a provocative manner, his voice raising.

"You really think that it would have been better to let Flynn go on with his plan? He would have probably hurt her anyway. He's not gonna stop. Never. The man has gone crazy, he wants revenge and he won't rest until he's got it or until someone stops him!" Rufus replied.

"That doesn't stop me from feeling like the biggest failure in the world," said Wyatt closing his eyes.

"Enough with the pity Wyatt! We all make mistakes, but it is our duty to do our best to repair them! You think we shouldn't have split? Fine! Can we go back and not split? No! But can we concentrate on finding Lucy? Yes! So you'll stop mopping in your apartment all day long and you'll come with me! I don't care if all you can do is bring Jiya and I coffee while we try to break that code. You're going to do something! This is gonna help both you and Lucy!" Rufus said standing up and offering Wyatt his hand.

Rufus was right, thought Wyatt. He had no right to stay in his apartment drowning his sorrows while he wasn't the one fighting for his life. He just felt so helpless. But if bringing Jiya coffee had any chance of helping Lucy, he'd do it all day long! He just wanted her back, safe in his arms.

"All right! Let's go!" said Wyatt, taking Rufus' extended hand.

"Sgt Logan, glad to see you this morning," said agent Christopher with a real smile when Wyatt entered Mason's industry launch area. He had taken time to freshen up, shaved his growing stubble and take a shower, which made him look more presentable. Still, the dark circles around his eyes were still there, a reminder of how many worries he had at the time.

"I'm sorry agent Christopher. I just didn't know what to do and I just felt so helpless," Wyatt explained, looking down at the floor in shame. He wasn't proud of how he had reacted in the last few days, but he was now ready to change things. He knew he shouldn't have given up, but a part of him was so broken that he thought Lucy would be better off without him. After all, the people he cared about always seemed to get hurt.

But Rufus had made him see that what was happening wasn't his fault, nor did he had a right to give up because of that. He'd fight till the end to get Lucy back!

"It's okay. I understand that this is hard for you, but I'm glad that you're back. Lucy deserves all our help," added the agent with a tap on the shoulder before leaving Wyatt alone.

He went to the cafeteria and ordered three coffees. One for him, to get rid of his hangover, one for Rufus and one for Jiya. If it could help he was ready to try anything.

As he was handing the money to the young man at the cash register, Rufus appeared at the end of the hall, running towards him with an expression that made Wyatt's heart skip a beat and drop his three coffees to the floor.

"We found her Wyatt!" Rufus cried with joy, "Jiya cracked the codes I found earlier and we know where the video was taken! Christopher's getting ready to leave and she wanted to know if you'd join?" Rufus asked already knowing the answer while Wyatt simply ran past him towards the launch area, not caring about the spilled coffee and the dumbfounded cashier.

"Where is she?" Wyatt asked expectantly as he spotted Agent Christopher talking to other agents in the launch area below the stairs, probably about how they were to proceed.

She turned towards him with the biggest smile he had ever seen on her, "At a cabin in the woods registered under one of Flynn's henchman's name," she explained, "It's about 2 hours from here."

"I can come with you can I?" he asked almost frantically, "I have to see her,"

"You can come Sgt Logan, but don't forget that we don't know in what state we'll find Lucy. I don't want this to be too overwhelming," she said on a warning, but caring tone.

"I know, but I have to be there."

"Okay, we're leaving in a couple of minutes. I just have to finish organizing my people."

"Everyone!" shouted Jiya, "Flynn just took out the mothership! May 20th 1790 in Pennsylvania,"

"Damn," Wyatt cursed, "I'm telling you, I'm not going after him! I'm going to get Lucy!" Wyatt stated wide eyed.

Agent Christopher smiled, "Actually, it's a good thing, if he's not there it's going to be easier to save Lucy. Rufus, call Anna, you two are going on a trip in 1790! Jiya, how would you feel about going with them?" suggested the agent, knowing that the young technician secretly hoped to participate on a mission someday.

"Yeah… yeah! Of course," Jiya mumbled.

"Sgt Logan, let's go get Lucy, Agent Miller? I trust you to prepare the team before they go back in time alright?" she asked to one of her subordinate before she and Wyatt left with other agents to find Lucy. Finally, Wyatt was going to get her back.