A/N: Thank you guest and fritzenlcaos for your reviews.

Fritzen, thank you so much. I'm so humbled and honored to have your review. It certainly brightened my day. I hope that this story continues to resonate. Unfortunately, I'm ending it in a couple of chapters to take a break from it. It seems that this fic isn't very popular/interesting enough to the masses. *shrug* That's okay though. It was fun to write and that's all that matters. =)

Here's the next chapter - Early! Enjoy!


Jiya was inside the Lifeboat tinkering away at the control panel. Rufus climbed inside and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I've been working on an upgrade for the Lifeboat," she explained.

"What upgrade?" he asked, sitting down in one of the other seats.

Jiya continued working as she said, "You know how you guys have been saying that you believe the Mothership leaves before you're finished with your mission?" Rufus nodded. Jiya continued, "I've come up with a way to have the Lifeboat recognize when that happens so you'll know when missions are a fluke or distraction."

"How will it tell us if we aren't in the Lifeboat?" Rufus questioned.

Jiya held up a small item. "I'm working on this being the transmitter," she told him. He took the item from her hand. It was a pen.

She pointed to the cap. "Right there on the end? That's a light. When the Mothership jumps, it will light up red."

Almost as if on cue, the pen lit up bright red. "Like that?" Rufus asked.

Jiya chuckled. "It works!"

The alarms inside the bunker began to sound. Jiya and Rufus climbed out of the Lifeboat and headed over to the computer. Jiya began typing at the keyboard, bringing up the information on where the Mothership had gone.

Agent Christopher asked from behind them, "What have you got?"

"November 20, 1916," Jiya stated. "Naples."

Lucy's eyes darted back and forth as she thought quickly. When the idea came to her, she spoke barely at a whisper, "The Britannic."

The group turned to look at her. Agent Christopher asked, "Are you sure?"

Lucy nodded. "There was a bad storm that kept her in port that night but the ship left the next morning. They struck a mine in the Aegean Sea around eight in the morning and sunk within 55 minutes."

Agent Christopher nodded. "Okay...so let's make sure that we follow Mason's advice since he's read the journal."

Tenley paled at the suggestion. Flynn saw her face and asked, "Are you all right, Nine?"

She tried to swallow but found that to be difficult. She felt like her throat was closing on her. She took a couple of shaky breaths.

"Nine?" Flynn repeated, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Hey," he whispered, moving his hands to her cheeks, pulling her gaze to meet his. "Talk to me."

She blinked back tears. "I can't do this..."

"What?" he asked.

"I can't..." she tried to say again.

Agent Christopher stood beside them. "What's going on?"

Tenley's fear remained on her face as she stammered, "I can't...I can't do this...Not this..."

Wyatt interjected, "She was on the Pulaski, remember?" When the team turned to face him, Wyatt added, "She was on board when it blew. She was with Jack in the water and once they were on land..." He didn't have to continue. They remembered.

Flynn turned his gaze back to Tenley. "Hey," he cooed. "I'll be there with you. I won't let that happen again."

"55 minutes," she repeated, eyes lifting to his again. "It sinks in 55 minutes..."

"I know," he told her. "I'll be there with you."

"We'll need your expertise," Lucy tried to say. "I'm sure people will need medical care-"

Tenley scoffed but eventually nodded. "Okay... I'll go... We're wasting time, right?"

Flynn's lips twitched at hearing her say those words. He knew that he said them far too often. He had been rubbing off on her. He took her hand and led her to the Lifeboat, helping her in.

Jiya passed the transmitter pen over to Rufus. "Take this with you. You never know what might happen."

Rufus took the pen and put it in his pocket. He kissed her. "You're brilliant."
"I know," she said with a smile.

Wyatt asked as the hatch closed, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"I'm not certain of anything anymore," Denise stated.

1916

The Lifeboat landed in an abandoned warehouse near the port where the Britannic sat. It hadn't taken the team long to secure uniforms from the British Red Cross. They started to make their way towards the dock.

"What about the Lifeboat?" Rufus asked, tucking Jiya's pen into his front pocket.

Flynn stopped abruptly in his tracks. Tenley crashed into him. She took a step back as she glanced up at him. He turned and looked at Rufus and Lucy, then Tenley. "You said that the ship sinks in 55 minutes?"

Lucy nodded. "After it hits the mine around 8 am...what are you thinking?"

"Maybe you should stay with the Lifeboat," he mused.

"What?" Tenley gasped.

Flynn's eyes darted among the three around him. "We can't hide the Lifeboat onboard. We can't risk someone finding it in that warehouse..."

"What are you suggesting?" Lucy asked, starting to panic.

Flynn sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I think it might be best if some of us stayed with the Lifeboat...maybe left and returned if need be."

"Why would we need to leave?" Rufus asked, clearly confused.

Flynn's jaw tightened. He knew he was running out of time as he stated, "We don't know where Bloodstone is. We can't risk all of us being on the ship, potentially dying on this mission, and the Lifeboat falls into their hands. Maybe we split up and you come back for us."

Lucy's eyes darted around the group. "Who would go? Who would stay?"

"Rufus is the only pilot," Flynn reminded her.

"I'm the only historian," Lucy pointed out.

Tenley shifted uncomfortably in her place. "And I'm the only doctor...we could debate this all day..."

Rufus sighed. "Maybe we can land the Lifeboat somewhere a bit more secluded and come back for you when we know where you are..."

Lucy glanced over at Rufus. "And what? Try to mount another rescue operation on this end?"

Rufus shrugged. "Worked last time."

"Barely," Tenley muttered, touching where she had been shot during the Pulaski disaster.

Lucy suggested, "Maybe Rufus and Tenley should stay behind-"

"I think Tenley should be onboard," Flynn interrupted. He glanced between the two and stated, "She's the doctor...this is a medical boat."

Tenley closed her eyes briefly. She didn't want to admit it but stated, "He's right... I'm the only one that makes sense to be onboard."

Lucy offered her a sympathetic smile. She knew that Tenley didn't want to be back on yet another boat that would explode and sink. She understood the woman's hesitation. "Okay..."

Rufus pulled out the pen from his pocket and passed it over to Flynn. "You're going to want this."

"A pen?" Flynn asked eyebrow raised.

"It's a transmitter," Rufus explained. "It'll tell you when the Mothership and Lifeboat jump." The team looked up at Rufus, stunned. He added, "Jiya's been working on it."

Flynn nodded, slipping it into his pocket. "Good luck and don't forget about us."

Rufus muttered something under his breath that Lucy and Tenley couldn't catch but the look on Flynn's face told them that at least one of them had. Flynn held Rufus's gaze before nodding.

Lucy and Rufus watched as Tenley and Flynn headed for the dock. Other workers for the Red Cross had started to board.

Flynn and Tenley found themselves inside the Britannic. Tenley's eyes scanned the area. "This is incredible..."

Flynn gave her a sideways glance but remained silent. He focused on trying to observe the people onboard. So far, he only saw people who worked for the British Red Cross. No one stood out to him as someone who didn't belong.

"What if this is another situation like you experienced last time?" Tenley asked, breaking his concentration.

He blinked at her. "What?"

"Your last mission," she reminded him. "What if this is the same setup? What if we aren't here for anyone of importance? What if Bloodstone isn't here?"

"Why would you think that?" he asked.

"Because the pen just lit up," she replied, motioning to the pen in his pocket. It illuminated red.

"It could be the Lifeboat moving," he told her. He wasn't sure but he had to keep the nerves to a minimum for both of their sakes. She gave him a disbelieving look but said nothing. He couldn't blame her for having doubts. He didn't believe what he was saying either.

They were ushered into another part of the ship. Flynn memorized each turn they took, every room and hallway as they walked. Inside his mind, he had drawn up a map of the ship. He simply had a feeling that he'd need to be prepared for the worst.

Once the Red Cross volunteers were crammed into the room, the Captain of the liner began to make his speech regarding their mission to help serve the wounded as they were bringing them home from the front lines. He explained that they would be shoving off from port early in the morning and to get sleep before the big day.

The Captain left and the volunteers began dispersing. Tenley inched herself closer to Flynn as the people bumped into them. Flynn held her hand tightly as they glanced about the area.

One woman turned and brushed by Tenley, not looking back to apologize to her for bumping into her. Tenley blinked after the woman in silent shock. Flynn noticed her expression and turned to look at who she was staring at.

"Nine?" he asked.

"That can't be..." she breathed.

Lucy and Rufus had managed to move the Lifeboat to a more secluded location outside of the warehouse and away from prying eyes. They felt better about the new location but were still unsure about what to do if Flynn and Tenley needed them to come to the rescue.

The two marched into the British Red Cross's headquarters at the port. Since they were still dressed as volunteers, they didn't have any issues gaining access to the building.

"What are we looking for?" Rufus asked, scanning the pictures on the walls as he followed Lucy further into the building.

"Something that could help..." her voice trailed off.

Rufus narrowed his eyes at her. "What? You stopped all of the sudden."

"Take a look at this," she said, motioning him over to a framed photograph on the wall. "These are the volunteers onboard."

Rufus stood behind her, examining the black and white photo. "What am I looking for?"

Lucy's eyes scanned through the faces in the photo. Her eyes stopped as she furrowed her brow. "Oh my...that's Violet Jessop!"

"Who?" Rufus asked.

Lucy turned around and explained, "Violet Jessop served on the Olympia, Titanic, and the Britannic - all of which sank...well, except the Olympia. That one made it back to port before it sank."

"Talk about bad luck," Rufus remarked. "So, are you saying she's responsible for the ships sinking?"

Lucy shook her head. "I don't think so," she said, turning back to the photo. "But maybe she's..." her voice trailed off and she stepped closer to the photo.

"What is it?" Rufus asked, knowing something was wrong.

Lucy's lips parted as she straightened herself. "Does she look familiar to you?"

Rufus leaned in to get a better look. "Should she?"

Lucy blinked. "Do you remember the Pulaski?"

"Hard to forget that one," he stated.

"Think back on the survivors," Lucy said, nudging him in a direction of thought.

Rufus stared at the picture again, thinking back to that mission. "Sorry but I've got nothing."

Lucy shook her head. "No...she was there."

"Really?" he asked, giving her another look. "I don't remember seeing-"

"She's the sick girl that Tenley rescued," Lucy stated. "She's Violet Jessop."

"And she's involved in yet another sinking?" Rufus sighed heavily. "That's really terrible luck."

Lucy rolled her eyes. "You're missing the point, Rufus!" She glared at him. "She's Bloodstone!"

Rufus's face paled at the connection. "And they're on board with her. What do we do?"

Lucy's eyes filled with fear as she turned to face Rufus. She had no answers. All she knew for certain was that two people close to her were onboard a ship that was doomed to sink and they were trapped with a Bloodstone agent.

Back on the Britannic, Flynn and Tenley walked the ship. Flynn stated, "From what I remember in history class, the ship strikes a German mine and it sinks quickly."

"55 minutes," Tenley repeated.

He nodded. "The ship sinks very similarly to the Titanic...she will roll first, then the bow will sink and then the stern."

Tenley swallowed nervously. "What do we do, Flynn? Why are we here?"

Flynn gently grabbed her shoulders, gazing into her eyes. He tried to send her calming vibes. "Look," he began. "We'll be okay."

"You don't know that," she whispered. "55 minutes isn't a long time."

"I'll be here with you," he told her again. "We'll be okay."

He could see the panic still behind her eyes. He pulled her into his arms and gave her a tight embrace. She shook slightly from fear as he held her.

The morning had started to make its appearance on the horizon. The two stood there and watched the sun begin to rise. Tenley wondered if this would be the last time she would see the sunrise.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Soon," Flynn replied. He knew that she didn't want the hour but rather, she wanted to know how much time they had before they were faced to evacuate the ship.

Tenley swallowed nervously, pulling away from him. "I saw someone that was familiar to me."

He furrowed his brow as he held her stare. "What are you talking about, Nine?"

"She bumped into me after the Captain's speech," she told him. "I saw her before-"

"When?" he asked.

"During the Pulaski disaster mission," she explained. "She's the girl that I saved that day..."

"You're certain?" he asked. "We can't know that for sure-"

"I'm afraid that she's telling the truth," a voice spoke behind them.

The two turned to see a beautiful woman standing before them. Her long brown hair had been tied into a neat bun on top of her head. She had an elegance to her and grace as she moved. The woman held Tenley's gaze and stated, "It's good to see you again. I've been meaning to thank you for saving my life."

Tenley gasped as she stared back at the girl. "Wha-"

"Shortly after you saved me," the woman began. "I was approached by some men in black suits... Remember Jack?"

Flynn tightened his grip on Tenley's wrist, pulling her behind him protectively.

The woman smiled warmly at him, raising her hands defensively. "I'm not here to hurt either of you."

"Why are you here then?" he demanded to know.

"To warn you," she said.

Tenley's brows knitted together. "Warn us? About what?"

"You shouldn't have come here," she said. "You've endangered yourself."

"We came to stop Bloodstone-"

The woman shook her head, interrupting them. "I know why you're here. You've targeted the wrong person."

"What does that mean?" Flynn asked.

She turned her attention towards Flynn. "I'm not the enemy here," she explained. "Why do you think I've been involved in so many shipwrecks?"

The two blinked in confusion at her. She sighed and stated, "I'm Violet Jessop."

"Miss Unsinkable," Flynn muttered.

Tenley glanced up at him and mouthed what.

Violet explained, "I was aboard the Olympia, the Titanic, and now, the Britannic...all of which were involved in some kind of accident, most of which resulted in a sinking...Let's just say, that I'm getting rather tired of boats."

"I don't understand..." Tenley admitted.

Violet sighed. "I'm a double agent. I'm not Bloodstone."

"What..." Tenley gasped, trying to wrap her head around what she was hearing.

"I was kidnapped by Bloodstone shortly after the Pulaski," Violet explained. "I'm working for Rittenhouse... that's why every damned ship I've been on has sunk. Bloodstone has been targeting me because of what I know."

"What do you know?" Flynn asked, hoping she'd share her knowledge.

She held his intense stare for a moment. "More than you," she stated. She glanced back to Tenley. "If you help me, I'll help you."

"What do you need?" Tenley asked. Flynn gritted his teeth, shooting her a disapproving look. He didn't want to agree to anything - especially with a Rittenhouse agent.

Violet smiled kindly at Tenley. "I need to disappear."

Flynn's confused gaze turned back to Violet. Tenley's brows knitted together to reflect the same confusion as they stared at the woman before them. "Disappear?"

Violet nodded. "Eventually, my life will become obsolete, even with Rittenhouse. I just want to go home."

"Seems to be a common thought," Flynn mentioned.

Violet tilted her head at him. "What do you mean?"

"Evelyn said the same thing," Flynn told her. Violet's face fell. He didn't have to tell her that the woman had taken her life. She knew.

"If she is gone, then it's only a matter of time before I'm next," she stated. She glanced at her watch. "We don't have much time before the ship hits the mine."

"What's your plan?" Flynn asked, standing straighter.

Violet replied, "When the ship hits the mine, I need to make sure that Rittenhouse and Bloodstone believe me to be dead. If they think that I am still alive, they'll never stop looking for me." Her eyes darted between the two and added, "And I'd rather not die on a shipwreck."

Flynn and Tenley exchanged glances. They knew that they didn't have much choice. They wanted the information she had and the only way they'd get it would be to help this woman 'die'.

Flynn sighed heavily, almost defeated. "Looks like we don't have much choice."

Violet shook her head slightly. "No, you don't," she replied. "Not if you want to know what I know. And trust me, you do."

She motioned for the two to follow her. They hesitated for a moment before Flynn grasped Tenley's hand, pulling her behind him as they followed the woman down the halls of the ship.

07:12

Violet led them into her quarters. "We have an hour before we strike the mine," she told them. "We have to move quickly."

"What do you have in mind?" Tenley asked.

Violet pointed to her armoire. "I have a few shots of epinephrine hidden in there," she explained.

"What for?" Tenley asked. She knew that Violet had brought these medications with her from their timeline.

Violet sighed. "You're going to need to bring me back to life somehow," she said. "This will be the quickest way to ensure that I wake up." Her eyes darted between the two. "I'm trusting you both with my life here."

A knock landed on the door. Violet's eyes widened as she stared at the door. "Who is it?" she asked cautiously.

"Officer Johnson," the voice answered.

Flynn noticed Violet's body language grow rigid - something was wrong. He gently pushed Tenley off to the side as he stood by the door. Violet nodded as she watched Flynn remove his gun from his breast pocket.

"Come in," she offered.

The doorknob to her quarters began to turn slowly. The door began to swing open cautiously. The moment Flynn spotted the gun - suppressor attached - that the officer carried, he sprang into action.

Flynn slammed the door closed on the man's arm. The gun fell to the floor with a thud. The man slammed his weight onto the door, pushing Flynn and the door off of him. He lunged towards Flynn.

The man's arms wrapped around Flynn's waist, lifting him slightly off the floor before slamming him into the wall behind them.

Violet and Tenley scrambled to get out of the way of their fight. Tenley glanced over to see the gun the man had dropped earlier and rushed over to grab it.

Flynn slammed his elbow into the man's back, bringing him to his knees. The man pulled Flynn's knees forward, knocking him to the ground. They wrestled for control of Flynn's gun.

"Stop!" Tenley shouted, gun aimed at the two.

The man glanced over at Tenley to see the gun aimed at them. He smirked as he elbowed Flynn in the neck, winding him. As Flynn choked back gasps of air, the man turned his attention towards Tenley.

Tenley spotted the gun in his hand and didn't hesitate. She pulled the trigger. The round struck the wall behind the man's shoulder. The man barely flinched at the missed shot. He started to make his way across the room towards her.

Tenley fired another round. It grazed the man's shoulder, ripping his black suit. Given how he didn't hiss out in pain told Tenley that she missed him even then. He took another step towards her, an evil smile forming on his lips.

Tenley steadied her breathing as she aimed the gun once more, knowing this would most likely be the last chance she'd have against the man. She pulled the trigger and the gun jammed.

The man reached out and grabbed the gun from her hand, yanking it out of her grasp, tossing it behind him. Before Tenley could react, the man's hand wrapped around her throat, closing off her air supply.

Tenley's hands shot up to his grip. She tried prying his fingers off of her neck, but his hold was too strong. She watched the look of hate fill the man's eyes as he squeezed even tighter.

As the world began to dim, Tenley felt the man jerk suddenly. His eyes widened with a sudden realization as his grip began to loosen around her neck. He pulled away from her before collapsing onto the floor in front of the doctor.

Tenley grasped her neck, coughing on the air as it came rushing back into her lungs. She stared down at the man before her. A dark pool of blood began to seep around his body. She glanced up to see that Flynn had recovered from the attack. He had fixed the gun that had jammed and used it against their attacker.

The two stared at each other for a moment, taking in one another's state. Flynn silently asked her if she was okay by the look in his eyes. She simply nodded as she stepped carefully around the man's body.

Violet emerged from her hiding spot in the room. "Thank you," she breathed. "You've already saved my life..."

Flynn cleared his throat and straightened his clothes. "Do you know him?"

She nodded slightly. "An assassin," she explained. "He was sent to kill me."

"Bloodstone or-"

"Yes," she answered. "I can't say how many others are onboard. We have to be careful."

Flynn and Tenley exchanged worried glances.