The magnitude of this happiness-we could not speak but gazed abundantly at each other with eyes full of unshed tears.

Lawrence Durrell

Days blended together. The Lifeboat was being held together by toothpicks (not literally but someday perhaps) and missions came and went. History changed. Life grew harder. Death haunted all of them.

Neither of them did a good job hiding their new relationship. Mason caught them first, making out like teenagers in the kitchen but he only shrugged and said mildly, "Am I interrupting something?"

Jiya already knew but she didn't make a big deal. Denise and Michelle weren't surprised. They probably had thought it had happened long ago. Flynn didn't say much but from a couple of offhand comments Lucy made Wyatt suspected he had known something. From the journal perhaps. Whatever it was, the fate of journal Lucy was not exactly happy.

It was pointless to worry about the future. All they had was the moment they had. Sometimes after the danger haunted them, convincing them that death was just around the corner, he'd pull her close and just hold her. Breathe in the scent of her hair and the soft curve of her body as if he'd never experience it again. They'd cling to each other, not even bothering to pretend that they were ok. That life wasn't unbelievably difficult.

This evening they'd just gotten out of a huge party in the 1960's where they were fighting to catch Rittenhouse agents trying to kill General MacNamara. Wyatt had hard time showing sympathy for the man who'd ensured that millions died based on intelligence he knew was faulty. But the evidence he held, that Vietnam had been a war completely unwinnable and unbelievably stupid, was far too dangerous to Rittenhouse. Killing MacNamera would ensure the material never got out. By eliminating him Rittenhouse hoped to cut the paper trail that would be later known as the Pentagon Papers. Ironically sparing their guy Nixon.

Lucy was wearing an unbelievably sexy dress from the 60's that hugged her slim body like a second skin. The red and gold dress shimmered softly in the light of the bunker as she came towards him. Her shoes were off and swinging over her shoulder as she moved her face weary but her eyes shining. They'd been successful in their attempts to stop Rittenhouse, something they couldn't always say. It was a good day. Jiya and Mason were making further updates to the formula to travel along their own timeline. Someday they'd bring Rufus back.

She moved forward and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body up against his. Her hair was impossibly big and those wide doe eyes she had looked even bigger with the makeup she'd applied. She tilted her head and their lips met in a long, lingering kiss. They had time and for once the energy to enjoy this moment.

"I want to do unbelievably dirty things to you in that dress. It's been torture, watching you, not able to touch you." He whispered softly in her ear. Wyatt knew she was pleased by the way she shivered softly and pressed closer. Lucy might be bold but she still wasn't very comfortable using dirty talk. He hadn't really been much of a talker either but she was such a wordsmith she loved the sound of words flowing into her ears in that tone of voice.

"Well, then. Let's see you try to corrupt me." She whispered back. She was all softness, walls let down. Sometimes she needed to let go, surrender control, and let him bring her pleasure. Those warm dark eyes glowed in the semi darkness. Carefully he lifted her up bridal style and she gave a soft little laugh before wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. She still didn't weigh all that much but Lucy had a lot of strength packed in that small frame. She could totally escape and run away if she wanted to. But she didn't.

The door to their room swung open and he hastily shut it before setting her down on the bed. She smiled up at him, her hair starting to come out of the complicated updo, before slowly, way too slowly for her tastes, stripped that gorgeous dress off of her. She'd learned the art of recklessness and hurry while he'd learned over the years patience. He'd waited to hear her say those four magic words for two years, hoping, even praying to a God that he wasn't sure he believed in, that he hadn't messed up beyond all repair. So he could wait a little longer.

Later, she lay there, sprawled out on the bed with a lazy smile on her face, "People in the past always assume we're married."

"Someday, perhaps, we will be." Wyatt looked at her to gauge her reaction. She didn't move. Lucy wasn't really a believer in marriage. He remembered her saying most marriages ended in divorce so it was better to just not get married.

"Someday, when we get Rufus back. Can't have him miss the wedding." She opened one eye and smiled wider.

"If I were to propose would you consider it?" He reached out a hand and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes.

"Perhaps. Maybe." She grinned and kissed him softly. "But who's to say I won't propose? Feminism, you know."

"I don't care who says it." Wyatt grinned back. "So long as the result is the same."

"In that case, better start working on the cheesiest, most overbearingly romantic proposal ever." Lucy ran a hand across his jaw, her fingers unbelievably soft against his skin. She liked that scruffy look and it was easier than shaving anyway.

"You drive a hard bargain, ma'am." He pretended to be dismayed by her words.

" You love it." Lucy smirked and rolled over, pressing herself against him and closing her eyes. She was right. He did. She was also right that he was the person who thought up the romantic moments. Lucy was the one who thought they all belonged in books. He wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve her. He hadn't done anything. He didn't deserve her. Not after all the things he'd done to hurt her. But somehow, unbelievably, she was here, lying in his arms, talking about marriage and perfectly content. It was an unbelievable miracle. A second chance he didn't deserve but somehow got anyway. He'd do his best to live up to it.

"You're brooding again." Lucy looked up her eyes twinkling with humor. He swore she read his mind.

"I'm just… surprised, that's all." He said. Lucy sighed and buried her head against his shoulder again.

"Don't be. Somehow, I think this, all of it. Was meant to be. Fate. Something like that. Even the hard stuff. We had to go through that to come out to the other side." The pillow muffled her voice but the words were clear enough.

"So you finally believe in fate and love and all that?"

"I guess. A little." She confessed.

"I guess I'm just that good. Convincing you of that." Her only response was playfully shoving him.

"For that I'm totally throwing the ring in your face." She settled herself on top of him and grinned. "But right now I don't really care about philosophy."

Author's Note: So here it is. The final chapter of this long story. I've had so much fun writing it. It was so angsty and difficult but it works out in the end. I love seeing a hint of happy, domestic Lyatt and I have a feeling we will see married/engaged Lyatt in the film. That makes all the angst and love triangle drama worth it. I'll be continuing to write for this fandom as long as people want to read my stuff. I've gotten so much support from all you guys. It's been amazing.