This chapter continues and concludes 2x04 :)
Wyatt was driving the way back to the bunker, Jessica sat in the passenger seat beside him. In some ways it felt like no time had passed at all since they had last done this. In others, it felt like it had been centuries, or in a dream. It made him flinch to think of how the last time they had been in a car, he'd dumped her at the side of the road.
The past hour since Jessica had arrived at the hotel room to talk to him had passed in a bit of a blur. When she had presented him with those divorce papers and revealed the poor, broken state of their marriage in her own timeline, his heart had sunk…but then a little voice inside told him that this was an easy way out, that he could sign them and go back to Lucy, where his heart now resided…only he knew he couldn't do that. He couldn't give up on the chance this miracle presented.
Wyatt was still rather stunned by what Jessica had told him. It seemed that he had idealised their marriage in his head to such a degree that the reality of it was totally unrecognisable. He had crafted up such wonderful ideas in his head of how beautiful and magical their relationship had been, but in the past hour he had learnt that it was actually the complete opposite, and this was mainly due to the fault of his own lying, unfaithful, neglectful behaviour…or, at least, the behaviour of the Wyatt in Jessica's version of the timeline. Ever since her death, Wyatt had made up an image – a story, even – of a perfect tale of a man and woman blissfully in love, and he had been so convinced by it that he had actually believed it to be true. Yet now Jessica wanted to file for divorce, to break off what apparently was an unhealthy, possessive relationship. Wyatt was so clouded by guilt that he didn't seem to register that that this woman in the car next to him was not the same lovestruck, perfect woman he had envisioned her to be. But that didn't matter – she was still the woman he had loved, the woman he had lost, the woman he had grieved and lost his mind over for six years…and now she was here. And he had to make this right. He had to, or he would never forgive himself.
'We have to face it, we're not the couple we wanted to be.'...'You have some fantasy of what this marriage is'… 'You're putting us – you're putting me on this pedestal.'…'The whispered conversations that end the minute I come into the room, the partial answers, the half-truths, it's just…I love you. But I can't be married to a state secret.'…
Jessica's words rang through his head continuously now as Wyatt parked up outside the bunker. The security officer had regained consciousness since Wyatt had knocked him out during his escape, and was glaring at him from the entrance. Wyatt gave him an apologetic glance as he went through and led a wary, sceptical Jessica down the steps into the building. Wyatt knew he ought not to bring Jessica to the bunker – it was against the rules, and selfish of him considering Rufus and Agent Christopher also had families they wanted to see and bring here – but he had to. She wouldn't give them another chance if there were lies and secrets at the centre of what appeared to be a shambles of a marriage. He had to tell her everything. The whole truth.
Agent Christopher was absolutely furious when she saw Wyatt and Jessica emerging down the bunker corridor, as expected. In the argument that ensued, Agent Christopher then revealed to Wyatt that Rittenhouse had somehow brought Jessica back by taking a short trip to San Diego in 1980, meaning that either Jessica was in danger or Jessica was the danger. But Wyatt couldn't listen. All he knew was that his wife was back from the dead. After six years of grief and guilt and self-loathing and rage…she was here. Alive. That was all that mattered. That was all he could focus on right now.
At least…until he realised that the bunker was missing a few people.
'Where are Lucy and Rufus?' Wyatt asked, frowning as he peered around the main room of the bunker, while he left Jessica to fangirl over Connor Mason.
'The Mothership jumped, so they went after them,' Agent Christopher replied, casting Wyatt a dark glance. 'They're at the Salem witch trials, God help them.'
Wyatt's eyes widened in horror as he rounded on her. 'Wh-what?! And you let them go? Without me?' he asked accusingly. 'Even Lucy-?!'
'Yes, Wyatt,' Agent Christopher said irritably, as Jessica walked over to join them at the raise in Wyatt's voice. 'Once again, your failure to grasp that life doesn't stop whenever you're not around is astounding.'
'B-but Lucy and Rufus against a sleeper agent alone without back-up or protection, that's insane-!'
'Flynn went with them,' Agent Christopher said, shrugging.
Wyatt raised his eyebrows sceptically. 'Are you kidding me right now? Lucy's not safe with that psycho-'
'Lucy actually seemed pretty okay with the arrangement,' Agent Christopher interrupted, as she and Jessica frowned suspiciously at him. 'He can protect them.'
'He has tried to kill Lucy and Rufus. Many times,' Wyatt said slowly, glaring angrily at Agent Christopher. 'Or have you forgotten?'
'Of course I haven't forgotten,' Agent Christopher said wearily. 'But we were a little stuck for options – you had abandoned us.'
'Because I'd just found out my wife was alive!' Wyatt snapped.
Jessica held out her hands in outrage. 'Wait, Wyatt, why do you keep saying that?' she demanded, incredulous.
'Jess, j-just give me a minute okay, I'll explain everything soon,' Wyatt said impatiently, frowning at her, 'I need to make sure Lucy and-'
'Look, Lucy trusts Flynn. Do you trust Lucy?' Agent Christopher challenged Wyatt.
'More than anyone,' he replied earnestly. 'But still, she-'
'They'll be fine, Wyatt. You made your decision to leave, so we had to make a call without you. It's too late to change it now,' Agent Christopher said firmly, and she rolled her eyes. 'Quit pouting, they should be back soon.'
Jessica exhaled heavily. 'Well, not that this isn't fun to watch, I'm gonna go see if there's a bathroom in this place,' she said in a dry tone, backing away.
'It's down that way, on your left,' Agent Christopher called after her, pointing the direction.
Once Jessica had walked away down the corridor and disappeared into the grimy bathroom, Wyatt took a step closer to Agent Christopher, the fury gone from his face and replaced with a look of dismay.
'Lucy knew about the Mothership before she called me, didn't she?' he asked her quietly.
'Yes.'
Wyatt closed his eyes in frustration. 'Dammit. She should have told me, she…'
'She cares about you, Wyatt. Clearly she has more of a heart than I do and thought you should be with your wife rather than with us,' Agent Christopher said reproachfully, and she raised an eyebrow at him. 'Though who the hell knows what she'll think when she sees you've brought her here.'
'I…' Wyatt trailed off unsurely, flustered by the look on Agent Christopher's face.
She eyed him sceptically. 'What, you think I didn't notice you two together in the corridor this morning? I was judging you for having an affair, I must admit, but that was before I knew Jessica had been dead in your timeline,' she said.
Wyatt sighed heavily. 'And in your timeline…I've been married to Jessica this whole time?'
'Yes.'
'Do I seem…different now, since we got back from Hollywood?' he asked curiously.
Agent Christopher stared at him, bewildered. 'I have no idea, Wyatt, I've only known this version of you for less than day. Although you do look a little healthier. And sober,' she admitted, and then she tilted her head at him. 'I've never seen you smile before until this morning. I've never seen you the way you were with Lucy.'
'Don't…don't say that, please,' Wyatt murmured, his voice breaking as he shook his head at her.
'I'm only being honest. You hadn't been happy at all since the day I recruited you. But you were happy this morning,' Agent Christopher said softly, a sympathetic smile on her face, and to his astonishment Wyatt felt his eyes begin to well up. 'Seems you have a choice to make.'
'Jessica's my wife. She was dead because of me, but now she's alive. I don't have a choice,' Wyatt said desperately, his voice tremoring.
'You're a fool if you really think that. Sort yourself out, Wyatt,' Agent Christopher said, shaking her head at him and turning to leave. 'Get your head together, take some time. Just be ready for the next time the Mothership jumps, you understand?'
Once Agent Christopher had left the room, Wyatt stayed stood there, silently staring into space. It was only when Jessica cleared her throat that he realised that she had emerged from the bathroom and returned to join him. Wyatt blinked rapidly; it was still such a shock to see her just stood there, right in front of him. Alive.
Jessica raised her eyebrows at him, unimpressed. 'You calmed down now?'
'Yeah. Sorry about that,' Wyatt replied, running a hand through his hair as Jessica leant against the couch.
'So, uh…who's Lucy again?' she asked in a would-be casual voice, and Wyatt swallowed.
'Oh, Lucy and Rufus are my co-workers, I mentioned them in the car on the way here, remember? They're who I go on the missions with,' he replied, avoiding her eye contact.
'I didn't ask about Rufus,' Jessica said pointedly, and she forced a smile at him as she watched him carefully. 'You said Lucy's name a lot when you were freaking out back there.'
There was a short silence. Wyatt seemed suddenly fascinated in the floor. Eventually, he forced himself to look up at her, and he sighed heavily.
'Flynn's tried to hurt her before, and she's just a civilian,' Wyatt replied, trying not to sound too obviously airy or casual. 'Y'know, it's not fair, she was dragged into this and it messed her life up. And she's not a soldier.'
'You saying a woman can't defend herself?' Jessica said sceptically, raising an eyebrow at him.
Wyatt frowned. 'That…that is not what I'm saying at all.'
'And that's it? She's just a civilian?' Jessica asked.
'No,' Wyatt replied, after a short hesitation. 'She's my family. Everyone here is.'
And that was all he could say. At least for the time being. He knew he would have to tell Jessica the truth about his and Lucy's brief romantic involvement someday. But not now. Not when the pain of his pride and honour forcing himself to let it go for the sake of his broken marriage was still so raw.
Lucy had remained blank and empty of all emotion when revealing to Rufus that Jessica was in fact alive. According to the others in the bunker, this was not news at all – they only had experience of this timeline now in which Jessica was no longer dead, after all. Lucy only came out of her robotic state when Rufus revealed that the Mothership had jumped for an hour to San Diego in 1980, changing history to somehow bring Jessica back. The idea that Rittenhouse had saved Jessica's life was unnerving – had they done it to distract or drag Wyatt away? – but they had little time to discuss this unsettling piece of news, as they were needed in Salem, 1692, to prevent Rittenhouse from further disturbing the course of history. Flynn somehow managed to convince Lucy and Rufus to take him in Wyatt's place as their accompanying soldier, and so off they went…a new team. Lucy couldn't help wondering, as they settled into the Lifeboat, whether this would be it from now on. Maybe Wyatt wouldn't want to come back. Maybe he would want to quit and stay with Jessica, as he had every right to do so. Lucy felt a lump rise in her throat at the very thought.
When they arrived in 1692, Lucy and the others quickly found a nearby house, which was luckily empty, and proceeded to raid the small building for appropriate clothes that would fit them. Lucy was struggling to choose a dress out of the ones available – normally Wyatt would help her this sort of thing.
'Hey, uh, Lucy?' Rufus said tentatively, emerging in the doorway, already dressed in his new clothes.
'Yeah?'
Rufus sighed. 'I know you're putting on a brave face, but…are you okay?' he asked, concerned, and when Lucy looked up at him, he closed his eyes; the pain in her face was enough of an answer. 'Sorry, that's a stupid question. I can't believe…I mean, it's just typical, that…don't get me wrong, I don't want Jessica to be dead, I wouldn't wish that on anyone, but…when you and Wyatt were just…it must suck.'
There was a short silence as Lucy tried furiously to control herself.
I must not cry. I must not cry.
'Thank you, Rufus,' she murmured, unable to look at him, but genuinely touched by how much he cared. 'But I'll be okay. Really.'
She wished she could sound more convincing. She wished she could believe what she was saying.
Once they were all ready, they set off in pursuit of locating the whereabouts of the Rittenhouse sleeper agent. The whole time, Lucy tried to pretend that she was all right, and to focus her mind solely on the mission. Flynn and Rufus took her lead and went along with her façade that everything was fine, even though they both plainly knew it wasn't. It came as quite a shock to Lucy when Flynn addressed Lucy as his wife when speaking to a local villager. She was horrified; only she and Wyatt pretended to be a couple while on missions. That was their thing.
Lucy felt so lost without Wyatt here…particularly knowing that he was currently with his wife, trying to make amends, trying to win back her love and affection. Hollywood seemed so long ago now. Almost like a dream.
The new team soon discovered that Rittenhouse had come here in order to get Benjamin Franklin's mother hanged at the witch trials, and to make matters even more complicated, Rufus revealed that Jiya had been having visions of troubling future events…and then Carol Preston arrived and accused her own daughter of being a witch. Carol tried to give Lucy a chance to escape by offering her a place back in Rittenhouse, but Lucy dismissed her, saying she would rather hang, and was subsequently escorted to the forest along with the rest of the accused 'witches', with a heavy sort of acceptance that she was about to die…and all because of her mother.
Luckily, however, Flynn managed to save Lucy, Abby Franklin, and the rest of the victims, having finally managed to find a gun and shoot at the crowd, enabling all of the convicted to escape to safety in New Hampshire. Lucy got severely injured in the process, and when they arrived at the Lifeboat, she found it extremely difficult to reach her seatbelt without causing her wounded arm further pain.
Sighing, Flynn leaned forward, reaching out to help her.
'No,' Lucy protested at once.
'It's okay,' Flynn insisted, his voice unusually soft and gentle, and as he proceeded to buckle her into her seat and talk to her about the days' events, Lucy felt her face crumple slightly.
It was Wyatt's job to help her with her seatbelts. Only Wyatt. Ever since their second mission well over a year ago, it was what he had always done. It felt so wrong for someone else to do it, refreshing though it was to see Flynn in a new, comforting light.
'Let's go home,' Rufus murmured, once Lucy and Flynn were both buckled in. 'I'm starting to miss Wyatt.'
Lucy's heart sank at the mention of his name, and looked around at Rufus. Starting to? Was she so helpless and pathetic to have been yearning for Wyatt so much during this whole day?
Rufus had barely mentioned Wyatt at all throughout their mission…only to voice his sympathies over the awkward situation Lucy had been thrown into. 'I can't pretend to know what you're going through with Wyatt off with Jessica,' he had said, merely a couple of hours ago. 'Wyatt off with Jessica'. Just hearing Rufus say that so casually pierced Lucy like a knife to the heart.
Lucy's eyes flickered down to the floor as they set off. She was dreading going back to 2018. It had been almost nice to be away from it all, to have a mission to distract her, a fascinating time period to get lost in. She almost wished she could have stayed there – anything to avoid seeing Wyatt again. She wasn't ready. But then again, he probably hadn't returned to the bunker yet. He was probably still with Jessica, trying to figure out what they were going to do…deciding whether he was even going to bother coming back to the bunker at all…
Wyatt moved the metal stairwell up to the Lifeboat entrance the moment it landed, having momentarily forgotten Jessica stood there, gobsmacked, staring up at the time machine that had just materialized out of thin air. The capsule door slid open, and he watched, relieved, as Lucy slowly emerged. She looked exhausted, and she wore a huge burgundy dress, her hair hanging lankly at each side of her hair. She was clutching her arm as if she had been wounded, but that didn't seem to matter, for her eyes lit up at the sight of Wyatt stood waiting for her at the bottom of the steps.
Taking a careful step out of the Lifeboat, Lucy gazed down at Wyatt, stunned. She couldn't believe he was already back…and suddenly all painful thoughts of him and his wife vanished as the relief flooded through Lucy at the mere sight of him. A small smile on Lucy's tired face, she watched as Wyatt gravitated instantly towards her, hurrying up the steps with a concerned look on his face, worried to see that she had been hurt. But then he paused halfway up the steps as Lucy's eyes flickered away from him and her smile faded. He looked around to follow Lucy's shocked gaze; Jessica was staring up at Lucy and the Lifeboat in awe, completely oblivious to the tension and pain her mere presence had suddenly created in the air.
Lucy felt her heart sink as she took in the sight of the woman Wyatt had talked lovingly about so much. Her hair was a dark, warm shade of blonde and styled in a long, straight bob, and she wore a denim jacket and jeans over her skinny frame. The pretty features on her face were dainty and innocent and perfect. Of course she would be attractive…how could she not be?
Wyatt turned heavily back to Lucy, loathing himself, as he saw Lucy's heart shatter into yet more pieces while she stared at his wife. In all his state of shock and passionate focus on processing Jessica's existence and being truthful with her for once, he hadn't really stopped to think about what bringing to the bunker would do to Lucy, how it would affect her. It was clear from her expression that she hadn't expected Jessica to be here.
Wyatt had never felt so conflicted. The last time he had seen Lucy had been in the bunker corridor, by the fan, his arms on her waist, his eyes lost in hers, the two of them sharing a giddy conversation about their living arrangements as a couple. So much had changed since then. And there was no going back. Not after this…not after he had brought Jessica here and involved her in all of this.
Screw this.
Suddenly not caring about what might Jessica think – all that mattered was that Lucy was injured and needed seeing to – Wyatt then strode up a couple more steps…but then froze at the sight of Flynn appearing at Lucy's side, with an unusually protective stance. Wyatt watched with wide, hurt eyes as Flynn put one arm on the small of Lucy's back, and the other firmly on her other, uninjured arm, to keep her steady. Lucy didn't even flinch away; in fact, she seemed rather comforted by his touch. And that was when Wyatt realised, as he took a step back and watched Flynn, that he was no longer the person Lucy could lean on. No matter how much he wanted to help her, he couldn't be that guy anymore, not when he had chosen Jessica and made the foolish, selfish decision to bring her here…things couldn't be like how they used to be, after all. He had to let Lucy go.
Wyatt slowly began to back away down the steps, and sighed heavily as Flynn carefully guided Lucy down. Wyatt glanced over at Jessica, who was still watching Lucy with a look of awe on her face, before turning back to Flynn. He was glaring at Wyatt in almost gloating way, a half-smirk on his face as he shielded Lucy away from Wyatt and escorted her across the floor. Lucy didn't say anything or look back or even glance in Wyatt's direction as she let Flynn lead her away, down the corridor to get some medical attention…it was all just too much for her and it was beyond agony trying to keep it together. Wyatt barely noticed Rufus as he emerged on the steps behind them; he was too preoccupied watching Lucy and Flynn walk away, the pain burning in his eyes. He knew Flynn had been right to make Wyatt back off…he knew this man somewhat cared for Lucy, even though it made little sense after everything he had done…but he also couldn't get the look on Flynn's face as he'd guided Lucy down the steps out of his mind. It had been a look that had clearly told Wyatt, 'Haven't you already done enough?' And it shook Wyatt to his very core.
It was around forty minutes later, and Jiya and Agent Christopher had just finished bandaging up Lucy's arm, and had put it in a sling. Flynn had been sat on Jiya's bed the whole time while the ladies had worked, wanting to make sure that Lucy was okay. When the two of them left, Flynn dragged a chair over to sit at Lucy's side. A single tear rolled down her cheek as Lucy stared up at the ceiling, but when she realised that Flynn was right there, she turned and smiled sadly at him.
'Thank you. For…stepping in back there with Wyatt, when we got back,' she murmured to him. 'I…I was just a little bit shocked, I wasn't expecting Jessica to…'
'No problem. You can deal with Wyatt later in your own time, on your own terms,' Flynn said firmly, checking the sling on her arm was secure. 'For now, you need to get some rest. And look after yourself.'
Lucy gazed at him in amazement, her eyebrows raised. 'Who are you, and what have you done with Garcia Flynn?' she asked, and Flynn chuckled…a rare but nice sight to see.
Just then there was a tentative knock at the bedroom door, and Wyatt himself stepped in, looking desperately uncomfortable. He swallowed loudly at the sight of Flynn sat beside Lucy's bed. She looked so helpless lying there, and so drained.
'Hey. Am I all right to come in?' he asked Lucy, casting Flynn a wary glance.
There was a short silence as Lucy and Flynn looked at each other.
Lucy attempted a small shrug, but winced as the pain shot through her arm. 'If you want…'
'I do. I just wanted to see how you are. Flynn, could you give us a minute?' Wyatt asked politely, trying to contain his irritation.
Flynn raised his eyebrows at Lucy; she nodded reassuringly, and with a sigh, Flynn got up and left the room. Wyatt shut the door behind him and turned back to Lucy in her bed. They looked at each other for a moment, unable to find the words.
'You really want to do this now?' Lucy eventually said wearily, reading the pitiful expression on Wyatt's face. 'I could do with some space at the minute, to be honest, Wyatt, I need some time…'
'I'm here to see how your injury is,' Wyatt said gently. 'I'm not here to talk about us.'
Lucy rolled her eyes. 'There is no 'us', Wyatt,' she mumbled, though it pained her to say it.
Wyatt frowned, his eyes full of despair as he stepped towards her. 'Don't say that,' he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. 'Don't act like it was nothing, please.'
'That's a bit hypocritical of you to say, Wyatt, considering you were making out with me this morning in this very room, and yet this evening you've brought your wife round for dinner,' Lucy said dryly, and Wyatt closed his eyes.
Sighing heavily, he sank onto the chair beside her bed. 'I'm sorry, I…it was insensitive of me to bring Jessica here without talking to you about it first,' he said sincerely, and he reached out to touch her hand.
Lucy withdrew her fingers from his slowly but firmly, trying to ignore the pleasant spark at his gentle touch, the desire to take him in her arms and kiss him…she had to keep it together. She had to pretend. She had to ignore what she wanted…no matter how much it hurt her.
'You don't need my permission, Wyatt, it's nothing to do with me. I'm just…impressed by how fast the transition has gone for you, that's all,' Lucy said, and in the uncomfortable silence that followed, Wyatt rested his head in his hand, agonised, and at a complete loss for how to repair the damage he had already done. 'Is Jessica staying here then?'
'For now, yes. For her own safety,' Wyatt replied apologetically. 'Rittenhouse brought her back somehow, so…whatever reason they had for doing that, it can't be good for her. She'd be in danger if we left her out in normal society.'
'You're right, she needs to be safe,' Lucy agreed. 'It's a good hideout here.'
There was another pause as they simply gazed at each other, Wyatt desperate to hold her hand again but knowing she would pull away if he did, Lucy trying to focus on the pain in her arm rather than on how much it hurt simply to look at that face and those arms, knowing she would never be able to kiss or feel them again…
Wyatt looked down. 'This is horrible,' he said in anguish, and Lucy felt a little glimmer of hope…maybe she had been wrong to assume it had been an easy choice for Wyatt…maybe this had been considerably more difficult for him than she had thought…
'No, the Salem witch trials were horrible. Those women were put through hell. This, what we've got going on here, is just a weird situation that we've got to make the best out of,' Lucy said, her tone empty of any emotion.
Wyatt tilted his head at her admiringly, amazed by how she was trying to make this as easy as possible for him. He didn't deserve her. Well, he certainly didn't now.
'It's funny…for the past six years I've dreamed and fantasised what it would be like to get Jessica back. I never once expected it would hurt this much,' he murmured longingly…and he was horrified to see a tear trickle down Lucy's cheek.
'Please don't look at me like that,' she whispered, turning her head away.
'Like what?' Wyatt asked innocently.
'Like you did in Hollywood. You can't…you've gotta stop,' Lucy replied, wiping the tear away. 'In fact, you shouldn't even be here.'
Wyatt frowned. 'I don't want to leave you, you're injured.'
'You're not going to magic my arm any better, Wyatt, you're just going to make this more unbearable for me. I've got enough pain to be dealing with for the moment,' Lucy said coldly, turning irritably to face him, and she flinched as another surge of pain pierced her arm; she sighed. 'Look, I'm sorry if I'm being petty and bitter about this but I just…I could do with having a little distance for now. Can you at least grant me that?'
Wyatt was stunned; it took him a moment to register everything she had just said, and then he nodded reluctantly. 'Sure. Whatever you need,' he said softly, and he got up off the chair and crossed over to the other side of the room, before turning back to face her. 'Lucy, I'm…I'm sorry you got hurt…on the mission today. And by me. I never meant to-'
'I know, Wyatt. It had just better be worth it,' Lucy said half-jokingly, and she forced a sly smile at him. 'Go. Jessica will be wondering where you are.'
Wyatt nodded again. 'I hope your arm's better soon,' he said, and then he left the room.
Knowing Jessica was in safe hands with the others in the main room of the bunker, Wyatt took a few minutes to himself in his and Rufus's room, where he let some of the tears that he had let build up fall as he collapsed onto his bed, burying his face in his hands. He didn't know what to do. His heart was so torn.
He loved both Lucy and Jessica – that was a fact he could not avoid. But he hadn't lost Lucy, or been the reason for Lucy's death, or been miraculously given the opportunity to try again. He was so overwhelmed by his past memories of Jessica that he had idealised, caught up in the idea of making this marriage as blissful as he had once pictured it to be…and he was still shocked to see Jessica alive. The guilt that had consumed him for the past six years seemed to be the main thing driving him to try and make this work.
'Listen, you don't get how rare this is…what we have and how it can all be taken like that.'
Wyatt had meant what he'd said to Jessica before…and so he felt no shame later on when he took Jessica into the privacy of the bunker bathroom to beg her to give him another chance.
His whole world had ended the night Jessica had been murdered. And yes, Lucy had finally brought him back into the land of the living…only now he was blinded by the impossible sight before him, by the face of the woman he had loved and cherished for so many years…the woman he'd thought had been lost forever…
He had been given a second chance – the person he had loved had come back from the dead. He couldn't throw all that away. As much as it hurt him to end the beautiful journey he had started with Lucy…he just couldn't turn his back on the miracle stood before him. Jessica was alive.
'Together forever…' That's what they'd always said to each other, way back in high school. He'd first said it to her on the sixth-month anniversary of their first date, and Jessica, overwhelmed with love and adoration, promised that the two of them would always live by those words. He couldn't forget that promise now. He couldn't toss it aside.
Wyatt had to do the right thing. He couldn't go back to Lucy…no matter how much he might want to.
