So here it is! The X chapter :) I finally decided to go with X-ray, but all the other suggestions I got were equally as good! Thank you again for helping me with that writer block.

Enjoy!

Summary: He was like a special x-ray made only for her

X-Ray

When she was a little girl, around 8 years old if she remembered right, Lucy had broken her wrist. She had been showing off on the school's playground, climbing like a little monkey as high as she could when she had fell down on the sand, her wrist bending in an odd way under her weight, breaking the bones.

Her mother, at that time going rogue about the incident and wanting to sue the school, had brought her to the hospital immediately to have it examined by a doctor.

She remembered how awed she had been when the doctor had shown her the x-ray film of her wrist with the shattered bones. She was amazed as to how some sort of camera could see right through her, as if her skin was transparent. Never in her life had she seen something that could see through her like that.

At least that was what she thought until she met Wyatt Logan and all her convictions were crushed.

He was like a special x-ray made only for her. No matter how she was feeling, no matter the situation they were in, he could always read right through her lies and the facades she was putting on.

At first it annoyed her how she could have no secret. She couldn't spend a day mourning her sister alone if she wanted to. He always sensed it and tried to take her mind off the dwelling and the whining. But sometimes she just wanted to feel miserable and it annoyed her that he wasn't letting her.

Still, she had since long realized how she appreciated it even if she wasn't always able to see it.

There had been that moment in what seemed like years ago when he had been able to see right past her walls in Nazi Germany and he had known exactly just by a few looks that she wasn't feeling well. While Rufus had been completely oblivious to her mini break down, Wyatt had not been fooled and had found the right words to make her feel better. They were only strangers working together back then, only on their fourth mission, and even then he could sense when something was wrong.

Since that moment, Wyatt had never ceased to amaze her with how much he could understand her.

It was in those moments, when she could communicate with him how she felt without having to utter a single word, when only a glance could suffice for him to know exactly what she was thinking, it was in those moments when she was realizing just how much Wyatt Logan had become an important part of her life and an important part of herself.

It had saved their lives many times during particularly rough missions. They could communicate in silence, in plain sight of their opponents and no one would see it. It had helped them take decisions and make plans that had saved them from Emma's goons decade after decade.

And Lucy was thankful for that.

But damn it! Could Wyatt just stop sometimes to read her? Could he at least try for her sake? She couldn't even try to keep a secret from him, to surprise him, he was always sensing it, as if he could read her mind every single second.

All day he had been bugging her, asking what she was hiding from him, if she was okay, where she had gone. She kept dodging his questions or making up answers she thought would please him, but she could see in his eyes that he didn't believe her for a single second. It was so frustrating.

He had heard her in the early morning, when she thought he was still sleeping and she had snuck in the bathroom secretly, trying not to wake him up.

She had almost jumped out of her skin when she'd slipped back under the covers and she had found him eyeing her worriedly, asking if she was alright and if she was feeling well. She had lied, pretexting a headache that had needed some painkillers, but she knew he had seen through it. He saw through everything like a freaking X-Ray.

And she shouldn't have been so shocked that her surprise was ruined. She had wanted it to be perfect. Full of excitement and impatient to share the news with him, she had wrapped him a box with her surprise inside. She had cooked his favourite diner, had lit some candles, put on a black dress and had waited patiently for his return from work. The whole scene looked like it was taken from a cheesy romantic comedy.

Their lives and their relationship had been so chaotic and atypical so far that she had wanted that moment to be as text-book as it could get. The first time he had seen her without a bra had been in a cell in 1937. They deserved a normal course of events for once.

But of course Wyatt wanted none of that. He had come with a gift too. He had insisted she opened it first, even before dinner was served and she had time to set the mood. And her heart had stopped when she had get the first glance at her gift.

A white baby onesie with a red embroidered inscription stating; "I have the best mommy in the world".

And when she had looked at him, dumfounded, he had simply said with a wink; "You know you can't hide anything from me Ma'am,'

Once again, she had not been able to hide something from Wyatt Logan. He was her own personal x-ray.

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