A/N: Okay, so we're doing this one a little differently. Because typically I try to have the two characters actually talking to each other, but I wanted to write this about 2x01 and in the context of 2x01 that's kinda impossible. I figured, imaginary conversations would still count. Yeah?

Also, spoilers for 2x01 cause it killed me.

things you said with too many miles between us

Six weeks. Six god damn weeks. Christopher never had any news and everyone else was doubting whether or not Lucy was alive. He couldn't do that. He couldn't even consider that she might not come back–come home. If he ever stopped to think that she might really be gone, well, he didn't think he'd ever survive that. His worst fear was that at the end of all this, they'd find her too late. It would be Jessica all over again, except this time he'd have completely different regrets.

"You shouldn't have any regrets at all, soldier."

His head shot up off of his pillow and he frantically glanced around his room. That sounded like– "Lucy?"

"Sort of," her voice said with an amused chuckle. "Over here, Wyatt."

As he turned his head, Lucy appeared on the empty bunk across from his. She hadn't been there before. "I've lost my mind, haven't I?"

"No," Lucy said as she grinned at him. "You're dreaming. Not hallucinating."

Even dream Lucy was a comfort. He knew she wasn't real. He knew his Lucy was still lost, but for the moment he let himself believe she was there with him.

"Is there a reason I'm in my dress from 1934 Arkansas, Master Sergeant?" Dream Lucy asked him with a knowing smirk.

He realized she was in fact wearing the satin pink dress that had burned itself into his memory. He blushed slightly and shrugged. "It was a good look for you."

"Right," she said with a playful smile. "So, what regrets are you worried about?"

He chuckled bitterly and shook his head. "I'm regretting being so chicken shit. I let you go with a vague conversation that forced you to read between the lines and I assumed, like an idiot, that we'd have time. I should have been clear, I should have done something. I shouldn't have let you leave alone."

He didn't remember seeing Lucy move but suddenly she was beside him on his bed. "Do you ever cut yourself any slack? You didn't know what was going to happen when I walked out that door. None of us did." He noticed her outfit had changed. This time she was in the sweater and blazer he'd last seen her in. The night everything had gone to hell. "And as for our conversation, Wyatt just days before you were trying to save Jessica with everything you had in you. No one could expect you to be ready to jump immediately into another whatever-the-hell-this-is after that. No one. Not even me. You have nothing to regret. Nothing to apologize for. Are we clear?"

He scoffed. "Lucy–"

"Are. We. Clear?" Her tone was firm and insistent.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes at her. "Bossy know it all."

"Reckless hothead."

God, he'd missed this. He missed her. Not knowing how she was or where was killing him. What if she really was gone? What if this dream version of her was all he'd ever have?

"Stop," Lucy said sternly. "Wyatt, don't go down that path. You'll find me. I know you will."

"How do you know that?" He asked as his watery blue eyes met her steady brown ones.

"Because I know you." She brought her hand up to his cheek and gently caressed his face. He was reminded of 1934 and the way her touch had felt against his cheek after he'd kissed her. This felt so familiar and it left him with a longing so strong that it physically hurt. He turned his head and kissed her palm. She smiled warmly at him. "I know you won't stop. I know you'll see me again. You won't have it any other way."

"I'm not gonna stop. Not until you're in this hellhole of a bunker with me." He was assuring himself now more than he was assuring Dream Lucy.

She looked around the dingy room curiously and then grinned at him. "Misery really does love company, huh?"

"Something like that," he said with a smirk. He could feel sleep and the dream slipping away. He was dreading going back to reality. Lucy was who knows how many miles away from him in reality. In his dream, she was right there next to him.

"You have to go, Wyatt," Lucy said as gave him a sympathetic smile. "Wouldn't you rather have your Lucy back then to stay here with me, the imaginary one? You can only get her back if you're awake. The sooner you wake up and get to work the sooner you can stop missing me."

She was right. Lucy was always right. He swallowed thickly and nodded. He pasted a smirk on his face and winked at her. "See you later, Babydoll."

She laughed softly and then flashed a brilliant smile at him. He couldn't wait to see that smile on his Lucy's face. But he had to find her first. "See you around, sweetheart."

The dream faded and he blearily blinked against the white light of morning that drifted through the bunker's frosted windows. The emptiness of the room slapped him in the face. There was no Lucy here. No teasing or smiles or affectionate touches. Just empty, cold, dreary space.

Six weeks was enough, Wyatt thought with a growl as he gathered his shower kit. If Agent Christopher couldn't find her then he would. There had to be some clue they'd missed. They didn't know Lucy like he did. He was done with this pit he'd been trapped in since the explosion. He was going topside. Christopher's rules be damned. Lucy needed him. He needed her. He couldn't sit around and wait any longer.