This chapter covers the first half of 1x16 :)

When they landed back in 2017, Lucy and Wyatt immediately climbed out of the Lifeboat, dragging a half-conscious, wheezing Rufus with them back into the familiar abandoned warehouse.

'Right there, right there,' Wyatt muttered, resting Rufus against one of the crates, and Rufus yelled out in agony.

'You did it, Rufus. You got us home,' Lucy whispered, relieved, and Rufus gave a shaky nod, breathing heavily.

Wyatt pulled back Rufus's blood-soaked shirt and grimaced. 'He's lost a lot of blood. That bullet's pretty deep,' he said worriedly to Lucy. 'Maybe we should take him to a hospital.'

'No. No hospitals,' Rufus said at once in a shaking voice between breaths. 'Rittenhouse. They could find us.'

Lucy gazed helplessly back at Wyatt, until a thought then hit her. 'I know who we can call,' she said ominously. 'Noah.'

Wyatt frowned, confused. 'Noah who?'

'My fiancé.'

Wyatt stared at her, shocked by how much it pained him to hear those two words. 'You never said he was a doctor,' he said, slightly disgruntled.

'Now's not the time to get jealous, Wyatt,' Rufus panted, and Wyatt shot him an irritable glance, 'get him here now if you think he can get this damn thing out of me!'

'But wait, he doesn't know anything about this, we can't trust him,' Wyatt said incredulously.

'We don't have to tell him anything, just the fact that Rufus was shot. He saves lives daily, he'll want to help,' Lucy said calmly. 'I must have trusted him in his version of the timeline. I mean, I loved him enough to wanna marry him, didn't I? I must have chosen well.'

'I don't like it. We're not bringing a random civilian into this,' Wyatt protested, 'there must be another way.'

'Well there isn't!' Lucy snapped, and her sharp tone shocked Wyatt into silence as she glared at him. 'What have you got against him? You don't even know the guy!'

Wyatt tilted his head at her, scowling. 'Neither do you.'

Lucy stared back at him, at a loss with what to say, until Rufus's coughing broke the silence.

'Just do it, Lucy. Call him. Please,' he begged, and there were tears leaking from his eyes as he grunted in pain. 'I don't know how long I'll last.'

Lucy squeezed Rufus's hand and, giving Wyatt one last glare, she jumped up to her feet and got out her cell phone. Wyatt watched her walk away with her phone pressed to her ear, a bitter expression on his face as he held Rufus securely by the crate.

'Dude,' Rufus muttered, still wheezing, 'just tell her how you feel-'

'What the hell are you talking about?' Wyatt asked in a monotone voice, turning to look blankly at Rufus. 'Think you're beginning to hallucinate, buddy. C'mon, let's find something you can lie on for when Dr Loverboy gets here.'

Noah arrived shortly afterwards with a bag full of equipment and a harassed-looking expression on his face…a face that Wyatt found too dashing and symmetrical for his liking. No wonder Lucy had put off cutting all ties with such a handsome man. They cleared a space in a locker room within the warehouse for Noah to set to work on Rufus, and Lucy and Wyatt watched anxiously as Noah removed the bullet and carefully cleaned and bandaged Rufus's wound. It didn't take him long, but what unnerved Lucy the most was Noah's silence and his passive expression when she had refused to answer his questions on where and how the gunshot had happened, and where they had been. He looked defeated and in pain. And it was all her fault.

'All right,' Noah said heavily once he had finished, looking almost angry as he removed his medical gloves. 'Amazingly, from what I can see, it looks like there's no serious damage to his internal organs.'

'He's gonna be okay?' Lucy asked in a small voice.

Noah's eyes widened as he looked up at his fiancé. 'He was…shot, Lucy,' he said slowly, disbelieving and irritated. 'I treated him in a warehouse in Oakland without a medical history, blood work. He's-he's stable, but you need to get him to a hospital.'

'Got it, Doc. Soon as we can,' Wyatt assured him impatiently, eager for Noah to leave.

"As soon as we-"…' Noah trailed off in disgust and glared across the table at Wyatt. 'I think you got to do better than that, actually.'

Lucy glanced anxiously at Wyatt. She didn't know what to say. They were out of options, they were wanted fugitives…they couldn't go to hospital, not right now. Not until they could stop this.

'I'm sorry, Noah, thank you for all you've done here but…you need to go now. For your safety,' Lucy said apologetically.

Noah stared at her. 'Are you serious right now?' he asked reproachfully, hurt.

Lucy floundered uncomfortably. This was her fiancé. What reason could she give? How could she possibly justify her behaviour?

'Well, you saved our co-worker's life, Noah. Don't know how to thank you,' Wyatt said promptly, holding out his hand, but Noah didn't take it.

'How about the truth with what the hell's going on here?' Noah demanded, and Lucy looked down awkwardly. 'I think I'm owed an explanation.'

'Can't do that, sorry,' Wyatt replied, not sounding sorry at all. 'It's confidential.'

Noah gave a sharp nod. 'Right. Well, pleasure to meet you, Mr Logan. I'll do you guys a favour and get out of here,' he said, grabbing his bag and turning around. 'Get him to a medical facility as soon as you can.'

'Will do. And it's Master Sergeant Logan, actually,' Wyatt called after him, but Noah had already left the room.

Lucy stepped over to Wyatt furiously. 'Wyatt, what the hell?' she said, mortified. 'You didn't have to be like that, he helped, he literally saved Rufus-'

'I know that,' Wyatt said innocently, 'I just thought the sooner he was out of here, the better, like you said! He needed pushing out or he wasn't gonna go anywhere-'

Lucy scoffed. 'I never thought you the type to be intimidated by another successful man but-'

'"Intimidated"?' Wyatt interrupted, outraged. 'What the hell is that supposed to mean, I'm not "intimidated"-'

'Guys. Please. Shut up,' Rufus mumbled dazedly from the table, his hand over his bandages as he stared up at the squabbling pair. 'The anaesthesia's making me all floopy, you're being too loud.'

Lucy scowled at Wyatt, livid, before marching out to catch up with Noah; Wyatt clasped a hand to his forehead as the door swung shut behind her.

'Noah! Noah, wait. Please,' Lucy called after Noah's retreating figure.

Noah hung back slightly but carried on walking determinedly towards the open exit of the warehouse. Lucy began to walk alongside him.

'I'm sorry about him, I…I don't know what to say,' Lucy said helplessly.

'So I am seriously not supposed to ask any questions right now?' Noah said in a low voice, coming to a halt as he looked around at the warehouse.

'I get that you're pissed,' Lucy said as she too stopped walking, 'you have every right to be, but-'

'You disappear for days,' Noah interrupted accusingly, and Lucy fell silent. 'Your mother calls me non-stop. We didn't know if something…we were checking local hospitals, Lucy.'

Lucy gazed pitifully at him, hating to see how much distress she had caused this innocent man. 'I'm sorry…' she murmured feebly.

'And then when you do call, you're dressed like freakin' Jackie O, you got someone's blood on you, and even then, it's like, "Patch this guy up and get the hell out of here",' Noah said angrily.

'It is not safe for you to be here right now, and I just…you have to go. I'm sorry,' Lucy said urgently.

Noah groaned. 'Stop saying you're sorry!'

'I-I'm sorry! I don't know what else to say,' Lucy said desperately.

'Explain it to me!' Noah snapped.

'I can't! I-I can't,' Lucy said, helpless.

Noah was staring at her, disbelieving and confused, with tears in his eyes. 'What happened to you, Lucy? It's like someone stole my fiancé and replaced her with…whatever this is. Lucy, this isn't you.'

In that moment Lucy then realised that she was never going to be the woman Noah knew or loved or wanted to marry. Even if she tried, even if she wanted to try to be this other Lucy, she was never going to be. And now was the time to accept that.

'See, that is the thing, Noah. This is me,' Lucy said fiercely, and she almost smiled at her words, despite how painful it was for her to do this. 'That person that you knew, that person that you fell in love with, that wasn't me. That was someone else, and I wish that I could explain how or why, but I can't. But I will never be that person.'

Her voice shook when she spoke, and Noah seemed rather taken aback, as if he could hardly register the words she was saying. He then began to nod slowly at her, as if he understood, and rage filled his eyes.

'It's 'cause of that guy?' he said quietly.

It took a second for Lucy to realise what he meant. 'Wyatt?' she said, open-mouthed and mortified – how had Noah picked up on that in such a short amount of time of seeing her and Wyatt together? – and she shook her head, laughing nervously. 'No. No. No…I-I…'

But she trailed off as she heard the way her 'no's sounded less and less convincing, and Noah smiled sadly at her. She was in denial – well, that was what he thought, anyway. But that wasn't strictly true. Lucy knew exactly how she felt about Wyatt, but Wyatt was completely separate from this, because she'd known for an even longer amount of time how she'd felt about this pretend engagement that had sprung out of nowhere. Wyatt or no Wyatt, Lucy still didn't want to be the fiancé of a total stranger, no matter how smart or handsome or perfect her mother insisted he was for her. That just wasn't her.

Lucy sighed. 'Noah, you are incredible,' she said sincerely, as Noah tried not to cry, 'and you deserve to be with someone who makes you happy, but it's just…it's not me.'

Noah looked back at her for a moment, and then, without saying a word, he brushed past her and walked away out into the night, letting out a few shaky breaths. Lucy stayed stood there for a few seconds before moving over to sit down on one of the crates, so she could process what had just happened and to collect herself. By the time she had recovered enough to go back into the warehouse, Rufus seemed somewhat better and was dressed in modern-day clothes, slouched against a crate with Jiya sat at his side. Agent Christopher was there too, only before Lucy had chance to catch up on any news, Wyatt then announced that Flynn had taken the Mothership to February 20th 1954, Washington D.C., as they had known he would – he was going to the Rittenhouse summit that Al Capone had mentioned, clearly with the aim to take all the members out once and for all.

Rufus wasn't in a fit state to pilot – due to the anaesthesia from his brief surgery, the room was still spinning according to him, and he could barely stand – but luckily it turned out that Jiya had had training in a simulator. Even though the Lifeboat was only designed to carry three people, they had no choice but to use Jiya as a pilot thanks to the Rittenhouse soldiers that suddenly appeared outside the warehouse, guns ready to shoot. Agent Christopher stayed behind to hold them off while the other four left for 1954 in the Lifeboat.

The journey was a little rockier than usual – after all, it was Jiya's first time – and when they all stumbled out into the empty barn, Rufus and Jiya immediately collapsed onto a stack of hay, while Lucy and Wyatt leant against the Lifeboat capsule, panting heavily and trying not to give in to the overwhelming dizziness.

'I can't believe we made it,' Lucy murmured, stunned, as her head pounded.

'That was…wow,' Jiya said, looking like she might throw up.

'Everyone all right?' Lucy asked, straightening up, and she looked round at Wyatt beside her, who was still staring down at the ground. 'Wyatt?'

Wyatt's head jerked up and he leant immediately off the Lifeboat. 'Yep. No more seasick than usual,' he said, groaning. 'Whew. Okay. Any ideas where this Rittenhouse summit could be?'

'If I had to pick a place to start, I'd start with Joe McCarthy,' Lucy said thoughtfully. 'McCarthy thought that there were communists everywhere – State Department, writers, journalists…he's in the middle of his most famous hearings, looking for reds in the army. The guy's practically wearing a giant neon sign that says "Rittenhouse."'

'Okay. Rufus, you stay here,' Wyatt said heavily, still rather concerned about Rufus's wound, and with a nod at Lucy, the two of them began to walk towards the exit of the barn.

'Uh, hey, guys?' Jiya said awkwardly, and Lucy and Wyatt turned around. 'Not to sound like my mom, but…is that what you're wearing?'

'Damn. I forgot,' Wyatt muttered, looking over his jacket and jeans and Lucy's 60s' attire.

'We're not too far from the centre of town, there'll be a boutique or something, and we've still got money left in the Lifeboat,' Lucy said optimistically.

And so off the two of them went, into town to shop for clothes. They received a few strange looks from passers-by, but other than that, they seemed pretty much invisible, though nevertheless headed into the first clothes store they came across.

'Lucy, are you okay, by the way?' Wyatt asked as together they looked through some of the displays and racks. 'About earlier with Noah, I…I'm sorry I-'

'I'm fine,' Lucy said pointedly, not ready to discuss the whole matter just yet. 'Just forget about it.'

'O-kay,' Wyatt said awkwardly, and he sighed. 'So…we haven't done this in a while.'

Lucy raised her eyebrows as she flickered through some of the dresses. 'Done what? Pick out outfits together?'

'A mission without Rufus. When was the last time it was just us two?' Wyatt asked thoughtfully, grabbing a shirt and suit jacket.

'Bonnie and Clyde,' Lucy said at once, and she blushed at how quickly she'd responded and tried to focus her attention on the grey dress near to her.

Wyatt smiled to himself. 'Ah, of course. Don't worry, I didn't forget.'

'I should hope not,' Lucy said, picking out the grey dress, and as she caught his eye their lips twitched.

'No, pick this one,' Wyatt then said, reaching out for a pale blue dress with a matching belt and coat. 'The colour compliments your skin tone more.'

Lucy tilted her head at him, amazed. 'You ever thought about going into fashion rather than the army, Wyatt?' she asked playfully, amused.

Wyatt rolled his eyes, embarrassed. 'That's real funny.'

'Hey, how about this hat for you?' Lucy suggested eagerly, seeing a posh black hat in the window.

'Really?' Wyatt said, bemused. 'Why do you always insist I need a hat on these trips?'

Lucy picked up a grey hat next to it. 'Because they look good on you. Hmm, maybe this one? It matches the coat better. God, I feel like I'm your wife,' she said without thinking, but then she flinched and closed her eyes as she realised what she had just said, and she turned apologetically to Wyatt. 'God. S-sorry, Wyatt, I didn't think, that was…terrible, I-'

'Lucy, it's fine,' Wyatt reassured her gently, and she was shocked to see that he was smiling, as if he were amused by her insensitive remark. 'The others have been making old-married-couple jokes about us two for months, it hasn't bothered me in a while. Now c'mon, let's buy these and get changed.'

Once they were dressed in their new appropriate clothing, Lucy and Wyatt then headed through town towards Joe McCarthy's location: the U.S. Senate.

'I dig the '50s,' Wyatt said, an unusually cheerful bounce in his step as they crossed the road.

'I don't know,' Lucy said doubtfully, 'a bunch of racist, repressed Ward Cleavers? This whole place is a powder keg.'

'But the cars are cool,' Wyatt pointed out, as they began to head up the steps towards the great white building before them.

'Oh, yeah,' Lucy agreed, but before Wyatt could do anything more than grin at her, three besuited, stern-looking men stopped them.

'A word, please,' one of the men said calmly.

'Yeah, can I help you?' Wyatt asked.

'FBI,' the man replied, reaching into Wyatt's coat jacket pocket and removing a pistol gun from inside that hadn't been there seconds before. 'Russian.'

'Okay, you just planted that on me,' Wyatt said, disbelieving.

'We heard two commies were here to disrupt the McCarthy hearings,' the FBI agent said, smiling rather creepily, and Lucy cast Wyatt a dark glance. 'Will you come with us please?'

'You sons of bi-'

'Wyatt, no,' Lucy interrupted him sharply, and she neared to him to speak in a quiet voice so the agents couldn't hear. 'This is Flynn's doing. Do what they say, we might even get a chance to see him, find out what he's planning.'

Wyatt sighed. 'Fine. Do what you have to do,' he said grudgingly to the agents, and so they went willingly with them into the building.

Lucy had hoped that she and Wyatt would be kept together as they were escorted upstairs, but it soon became apparent that that was not to be when the FBI agents began dragging them in opposite directions down different corridors.

'N-no, no, no!' Lucy protested, reaching out for Wyatt's hand, but he was already too far away.

'Wait, no, where are you taking her?' Wyatt demanded, struggling against the agent's hold of him.

The agent smirked at him. 'Some place safe.'

'No,' Wyatt said firmly, gazing desperately over at Lucy, 'we stay together, you can't-'

'Oh yes, we can,' the agent interrupted, frowning at him. 'We know how you spies work. You two are going to be questioned in separate rooms. See if your stories match.'

Wyatt was shaking his head urgently, fighting against the agent's hold. 'Please. Neither of us are spies, but nothing ever good happens if we're separated, so please, for our safety, just let us be questioned in the same room-'

'Wyatt, it's okay,' Lucy interrupted him softly, and Wyatt stopped talking; she gave him a reassuring smile. 'It's okay. Just do as they say.'

He sighed heavily. 'I'll see you soon, yeah?'

And with that, they were taken away to different rooms, both wondering anxiously if and when they would be released and allowed to see each other. Lucy was left in a guarded room, and was told to wait until her interrogation. She couldn't believe this. She and Wyatt had only been wandering the streets for barely ten minutes and yet they had already somehow managed to get arrested on suspicion of being Soviet spies. Although, after all their mishaps in previous missions, this was just another typical working day for them.

It didn't come as much of a surprise to Lucy when Garcia Flynn strolled casually into her room.

'Don't worry. Your Wyatt's fine,' was his greeting.

Lucy didn't bother to retort back, because there was no point in pretending that she wasn't overcome with relief at his words. She hated that Flynn knew her well enough to know that her mind had been clouded with worried thoughts about Wyatt ever since she had been brought into this room. Flynn then proceeded to warn Lucy that he was planning to kill all the Rittenhouse members tonight, including Lucy's grandfather, Ethan Cahill…which wasn't exactly going to result in anything good for Lucy. But Lucy wasn't too concerned, because she was starting to see past that monstrous mask Flynn wore, and knew that deep down, Flynn wanted her to stop him committing these terrible deeds. He was sad and lonely and desperately wanting revenge and closure, and she told him so.

'I think you're a broken person,' Lucy murmured heavily, 'who misses the people that they love. Just like…me, just like Wyatt.'

'Don't talk about my family like you know them,' Flynn said quietly.

'You want to stop Rittenhouse, we'll help you. But not like this,' Lucy said, firm.

Flynn stepped over to her, desperate and angry. 'How?' he demanded, his expression hopeless, his tone pleading, and Lucy looked away, unable to answer. 'You don't know. Because there is no other way. Goodbye, Lucy.'

And with that Flynn turned and walked away. Lucy watched him go, feeling more desperately sorry for this pitiful, broken man than she ever thought she would, before her thoughts strayed once more to Wyatt, and she wondered whether or not he would be able to find them a way out of this in time to follow and stop Flynn.

Meanwhile, Wyatt had been sat on a chair in the middle of an office at the other end of the building, guarded by two members of security, for a considerable amount of time now, and he was beginning to get rather anxious and bothered. What were they doing to Lucy? What was going to happen to them? He didn't even know which room she was in…how could he have been so stupid to let them be parted?

Wyatt's reverie was broken by the sound of the office door opening, and he looked up, surprised, to see a man in a pale blue suit enter.

'I'm Senator Joseph McCarthy,' he announced, smiling down at his prisoner in a condescending way. 'And you're a communist spy.'

'Where's the woman?' Wyatt asked at once in a low but dangerous voice, trying to remain calm but knowing that if anything had happened to Lucy, if she had been hurt in any way…then this bastard stood in front of him was going to face the consequences.

'Your wife is fine,' McCarthy replied simply.

Wyatt didn't even blink at his words. It wasn't the first time a stranger had assumed that Wyatt and Lucy were married. But it was the first time where it hadn't annoyed, or even slightly stung, Wyatt. It was the first time where he hadn't been plagued with guilt about it. He realised then that he wasn't bothered anymore if people thought that he and Lucy were a couple. It didn't even make him think about Jessica or worry about how betrayed she would have felt if she'd heard or seen it. All he could think about was Lucy.

After a tense conversation with McCarthy, it didn't take long for Wyatt to escape his confinement – after all, they hadn't even bothered to tie him up – and so, leaving a trail of beaten, unconscious security guards in his wake, Wyatt charged down the corridors in search of Lucy. He found her room quickly, recognising the FBI agent stood outside who had escorted her away.

Inside the room, Lucy looked away from the window in shock as she heard a heavy thwack from outside, and she turned to the door just in time to see it flung open as the agent's unconscious body collapsed onto the floor. Wyatt was stood in the doorway, looking breathless.

'Um…we should go,' he said awkwardly, nodding at her urgently.

Lucy laughed in relief. 'I am so glad to see you right now,' she said, rushing over to him.

'Likewise, come on!' Wyatt said, and he took hold of her wrist and led the way down the corridor and down the steps, anxious to get out of the building.

'Do I even want to know what happened to McCarthy?' Lucy asked warily as they hurried outside and down the marble steps.

'Oh, he'll be fine in an hour…or two,' Wyatt admitted airily, and Lucy wiggled her eyebrows, but then Wyatt was distracted by the voice of a nearby security guard who had emerged not so far behind them.

'This is the only way out, so they gotta be here…' the guard was saying.

Instinctively, Wyatt grabbed Lucy by the arm and swung her around out of sight from the guards; she gasped at his urgent touch as he pressed her against a nearby marble pillar for them to hide, his arm held up in a protective stance to block her from view. Lucy was breathing nervously; Wyatt's other arm had somehow fallen around her waist in his urgency to get her to safety away from those security guards. Only just realising their lack of personal space, Wyatt released his hold of her.

'The only problem is, now we're gonna have to find a new way to the summit,' Wyatt murmured agitatedly.

'I saw Flynn,' Lucy said quietly, not wanting to hold anything back, and as Wyatt looked at her in surprise she couldn't help her eyes flickering to his lips – it was hard not to with him stood so closely in front of her and with his face looking so devastatingly handsome as he leaned against her, protecting her from harm. 'He said that my grandfather was going to be there, Ethan Cahill? My mother told me that she met him once, that he was a White House aide. I mean, if he's going to the summit-'

'We could follow him,' Wyatt finished for her, catching on with her train of thought, and she nodded; glancing behind him to check if all was clear, Wyatt then put his arms on her waist and guided her away surreptitiously. 'Go.'

Lucy smirked. 'I am capable of walking independently, you know.'

'I-I know,' Wyatt said, flustered, as he quickly removed his hands from her waist, 'I'm just trying to…'

'Wyatt, I was joking,' Lucy said, laughing, as they hurried on out of view of the security guards.

Wyatt laughed back, relieved. 'Oh good, I thought you were going to accuse me of not being a feminist or something-'

'Let's just keep walking,' Lucy interrupted exasperatedly, rolling her eyes.

They found Ethan Cahill's parking space near the White House quite easily, and managed to break into a car opposite his, where they decided to wait for Cahill to show up. As the sun began to set and the sky darkened around them Lucy and Wyatt talked for a while sat side-by-side in the front of the car, about Rufus and Jiya and Rittenhouse and their expectations of the 50's…until Wyatt decided to address the elephant in the room.

'So…I know I was a bit of a jerk about him, but…Noah seems nice,' he said airily. 'Maybe a bit too fancy, but…'

Lucy's lips twitched. '"A bit too fancy"?'

'W-well, yeah. You know, in the pretty-doctor way,' Wyatt said grudgingly, embarrassed.

'Aw, you think he's pretty?' Lucy said teasingly, and she nudged him in the elbow as he rolled his eyes. 'Well he's all yours if you want him. I ended it.'

It took a moment for Wyatt to register what she had just said, and he looked up at her in surprise. 'You did what?'

'I broke up with him,' Lucy replied, simply and calmly. 'I'm sure he saw it coming, I haven't worn the ring in months, and we've hardly seen each other. I just kept avoiding it but…my life has just really blown up in the past week and…I've had enough with secrets and lies. I was being dishonest and unfair to him by keeping it up. It was all just pretend for me.'

'I'm sorry. Must have been hard,' Wyatt murmured, and he felt a surge of guilt as he realised that he was actually secretly pleased at the news.

Lucy sighed heavily. 'I hated that I had to hurt him, when he did nothing to deserve it. But I feel…relieved?' she admitted. 'I'm glad it's over. I'm free now.'

Wyatt tilted his head at her sympathetically. 'So…have you not felt free to date all this time because of him?'

'W-well that's beside the point,' Lucy said, blushing, 'I think we can both agree dating opportunities have been pretty slim this past year.'

'That's very true,' Wyatt agreed, laughing, but then his face fell. 'Not that I would have been interested at the time anyway. I haven't really wanted to…date…since…well, you know, for the last five years.'

'No, I can understand that,' Lucy murmured, smiling sadly at him.

Wyatt frowned curiously at her. 'What's stopping you though?'

'Oh. Well…I don't know,' she lied, mortified.

A hint of a smile appeared on Wyatt's face, and then he sighed thoughtfully as he gazed out of the car window. 'I guess I could ask myself the same question now,' he murmured wearily.

Lucy inclined her head at him, her heart racing. She knew she was being ridiculous to hope that Wyatt could even consider the idea of being open about a potential relationship with…well, with anyone, particularly after what he had just gone through when trying to get Jessica back. He was traumatised, he was grieving, he was heartbroken. But he also seemed to have changed. This week had seen Wyatt become a new man – or rather, perhaps, the man he had once been before his wife's tragic death – and now he appeared more accepting of what had happened and seemed to finally have closure…It gave Lucy hope that perhaps Wyatt wouldn't stay stuck in his pit of despair and loneliness and self-hatred for much longer. Perhaps he would finally let himself try and find happiness.

'What do you mean?' Lucy asked quietly.

After a short hesitation, Wyatt opened his mouth to reply, but then seemed to think better of it and said nothing. Instead, he inclined his head in Lucy's direction and gazed at her sat beside him, watching him carefully, and he could practically hear her heart beating wildly against her chest, and feel her nervous breathing. Maybe this was it. Maybe in this cosy car, with just the two of them and the night sky, Wyatt could try to confess to her the feelings that had long been brewing but he had been repressing for so long, out of fear and guilt. Maybe he could tell her that, although he wasn't ready now, he wanted to be ready at some point, in the near future. He knew that, eventually, he would maybe want to make a go of whatever this was between them. His eyes flickered to her lips as he tried to think of the words to say…but then he saw the moving figures emerging into the parking lot over Lucy's shoulder.

'Crap, people are coming out of the building,' Wyatt muttered, grimacing as he began to fiddle with the wires under the steering wheel. 'I should have hot-wired this earlier.'

Lucy watched him for a minute as he set to work, amused. 'Rufus is a lot faster at that, by the way,' she murmured.

Wyatt turned to raise his eyebrows at her, before turning back to finish off – within a few seconds, the wires had crackled and the engine sparked to life.

'That's him,' Lucy said urgently; she had spotted a man getting into Ethan Cahill's car, and she smiled, awestruck, as she watched him set off. 'Okay, Grandpa…where are you going?'

They followed him down the dark, icy roads until Cahill parked outside an obscure building about half an hour away. Giving him a bit of a head start, Lucy and Wyatt then followed him inside. They entered what appeared to be some sort of reception room, filled with dashing besuited men, all drinking and chatting. There was a bar over in the corner, and armchairs and tables, and sensual jazz music was playing in the background. Lucy and Wyatt frowned, confused, as they looked around at the groups of men, all talking rather animatedly and brushing each other's arms.

'Is it just me or is Rittenhouse way more gay than I thought it would be?' Wyatt muttered under his breath to Lucy, raising his eyebrows at two flirting men over by the corner of the room.

'I don't think this is the Rittenhouse summit,' Lucy said thoughtfully. 'I think this might be a gay bar.'

Wyatt turned to her and frowned. 'Well then what is your grandpa-? Ohh,' he said, realising what Lucy was getting at, and Lucy raised her eyebrows.

'Yeah. C'mon, we need to look…inconspicuous,' Lucy said awkwardly, leading the way into the centre of the bar, as she kept her eye firmly on Ethan Cahill, who was leant over by the bar.

Wyatt chuckled. 'We're a heterosexual couple in a gay bar, we couldn't be less inconspicuous.'

'We're a what?' Lucy said, her voice breaking slightly as she stared at him.

'W-well, our cover,' Wyatt replied, as if it were obvious.

Lucy's lips twitched. 'I didn't realise that was our cover.'

Wyatt rolled his eyes, embarrassed, and turned his focus back to keeping watch on Ethan Cahill, surrounded by other men over at the bar.

'So if you exist…that means Grandpa was, like, way deep in the closet,' Wyatt murmured, as 'Hey There' began to play through the speakers.

'It's 1954. You'd be arrested for being gay,' Lucy explained sadly.

Incredulous, Wyatt turned back to Cahill only to spot a young man stood not too far from them, looking Wyatt up and down with no subtlety at all, and he smirked playfully over at Wyatt.

Wyatt's eyes widened in horror. 'He's looking at me like I'm a piece of meat,' he muttered, mortified.

Lucy rolled her eyes. 'Can't imagine what that's like,' she replied coolly.

Wyatt repressed a laugh, knowing Lucy had a point – they could both vividly remember how even he had stared her up and down like that during their first mission to the Hindenburg, when he'd been checking out her underwire bra while trapped in that horrendous jail cell.

Soon after, they managed to catch a moment where Ethan Cahill had been left alone by his male companions; Lucy seized the opportunity at once to approach her young grandfather and gain his trust so that he would take them to the Rittenhouse summit that Flynn had no doubt already arrived at. Wyatt offered Lucy to drive so that she could talk to her grandfather, while he stayed in the back and provided moral support as Lucy tried to comfort Cahill over his distress about being a homosexual and trying shock therapy to rid himself of his feelings. When they arrived at the summit, Cahill distracted the guards while Lucy and Wyatt headed down into the basement, where they figured Flynn would be lurking.

They turned out to be right; as Wyatt led the way into the basement with his gun at the ready, he frowned at the sight of all the explosive devices that had been fixed to the poles and furniture in the room – Flynn was definitely here. As the two of them crept forward, Wyatt peered around the corner and saw the man himself, preoccupied with fitting more explosives around the room.

'He's alone,' Wyatt whispered to Lucy. 'I can get the drop on him.'

Wyatt crossed to the other side of the room, but as he held up his gun to aim at Flynn and clicked the trigger so that it was ready to fire, Lucy crossed over to stand right in front of the gun, her back to Wyatt.

'Flynn,' Lucy said sharply, and Wyatt flinched, grunting in shock, as Flynn spun round at once and aimed his own gun at her and holding out the detonator to the explosive devices.

'Lucy!' Wyatt cried, panicked, but Lucy turned to face him with a strangely reassuring look on her face.

'Wyatt, please,' she said desperately, and something in her eyes made him freeze, unsure of what to do, as she turned back to face their enemy. 'I'm not here to fight. I want to help you.'

Flynn frowned at her suspiciously, not believing her. Wyatt stared at them both, wondering what on earth was going through Lucy's mind. The red light on the detonator held up in Flynn's hand was starting to make his hand shake a little bit. Why was Lucy stood so close to him? She could be killed instantly…and Wyatt couldn't risk that.

'Drop it, Flynn,' he said warningly.

'I'm gonna blow this place up with all of us in it, and it'll be worth it,' Flynn snapped back fiercely.

Lucy held up her hands at both of them. 'Stop, stop! Both of you, just stop it,' she said urgently, breathing deeply.

She glanced pleadingly at Wyatt and he nodded at her, giving her the go-ahead. She turned back to Flynn, and Wyatt was shocked to see her take a few steps forward to Flynn.

'I know that you're not a bad man,' Lucy murmured to Flynn. 'I know that you're hurting. I know that you don't want to kill a room full of people upstairs.'

Flynn shook his head, looking furious and close to tears. 'I don't want to kill them. I have to kill them,' he said through gritted teeth, his voice shaking, 'to put my wife and child back on this earth.'

But Lucy was shaking her head. 'It won't work.'

'You don't know that and both of you would do the same!' Flynn snapped, choked up, and Wyatt felt a lump rise in his throat.

Lucy hesitated and glanced over her shoulder at Wyatt, who was looking at her warningly, terrified of whatever it was she was trying to accomplish, and she turned back helplessly to Flynn. 'You're right. You're right, we would. We are all so caught up in our grief, in our past, in our pain, and we can't let go, so we just continue to hurt more people.'

Flynn stared at her, his eyes bloodshot. 'I prayed to God…for answers,' he whispered, his gun still held aloft at Lucy. 'And he led me here to this.'

Lucy took another few steps forward. 'What if he led you to me?' she asked. 'I know a way that we can really take out Rittenhouse. We have to stop trying to fix the past, and focus on the present.'

Wyatt lifted his head up at her words. He was shaken.

'I need you to hear me out. I know what to do now. Please, before it's too late,' Lucy went on firmly, a hint of desperation in her voice, and Flynn's hand was beginning to shake now, his eyes welling up with tears. 'The journal…didn't it say that I was going to help you one day? Well, maybe today is that day.'

Flynn considered her words for a moment, then, taking a deep breath, he looked inquisitively over at Wyatt, who was still pointing his gun at him. Lucy understood Flynn's gesture at once – he wasn't going to go along with Lucy's plan unless he knew for sure it wasn't a trap. Lucy turned slowly back to Wyatt.

'Wyatt,' she said in small, gentle voice as she gazed at him with tearful eyes. 'Do you trust me?'

Breathing uneasily and aware of the wetness in his own eyes, Wyatt gazed back at her for a moment, then looked over at Flynn. He looked defeated, broken, helpless and desperate for whatever solution Lucy was proposing. Perhaps Lucy had indeed managed to work her incredible magic to bring this man away from the dark side for once. Looking back at Lucy, Wyatt realised it was no good – even if he didn't believe Flynn would stay on their side, there was no way he could go against Lucy, particularly with her looking at him like that with those devastatingly beautiful, pleading eyes. He believed her logic more than he believed his own gut instincts now.

Wyatt reluctantly held his gun down, and stepped out with his eyes on Flynn as a gesture of peace. Lucy smiled as he dug his gun back in his jacket pocket. She had never doubted Wyatt. She never could. Not now.

After a brief, tense discussion in which Lucy convinced them that they needed to head back to the Lifeboat, Lucy then led Wyatt and Flynn out of the basement, where they regrouped with Ethan Cahill and all got back into the car. Dawn was just breaking as they began to drive along the roads back to reunite with Rufus and Jiya at the barn, and as they went Wyatt glanced at Lucy from the drivers' seat.

'I hope you know what you're doing,' he murmured softly, uncomfortably aware of Flynn's presence sat behind him in the backseat with Cahill.

Lucy turned to gaze at him from the passenger seat and nodded. 'I do,' she replied.

Wyatt smiled; that was all he needed to hear. He had faith in her, because how could he not? After all, if there was one person left in this whole world that Wyatt trusted, it could only be Lucy Preston.