Present Day

Lucy didn't wait until she was asked before posing the question herself, "What happened at Gettysburg?"

Agent Christopher exchanged confused glances with Jiya and Mason. She turned back to the team climbing out of the Lifeboat. "Nothing of historical meaning...Both armies surrounded Gettysburg before the Potomac Army intercepted General Longstreet's army as they were heading to DC."

Mason said, "If my memory is correct, General Meade had help from some 'concerned' farmers who told him of Longstreet's plans." When he studied the team's faces, he asked, "You're the farmers?"

Lucy's lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm...gonna go...read some history books." Before she could rush off, Denise stopped her.

Agent Christopher asked, "What about Rittenhouse? Bloodstone?"

"This was definitely a Rittenhouse mission," Rufus chimed in. "Trying to change the outcome of the war...and not taking someone from the past back to the future...screams Rittenhouse."

Agent Christopher turned to Lucy. "Let me know if you discover anything within your books. I want to know why Rittenhouse would want to change this-"

Rufus muttered, "Let's just be glad they didn't."

"Get cleaned up," Denise ordered. She held eye contact with Lucy. "Keep me posted."

Lucy nodded, walking quickly back to her old room. When she entered, she noticed that her things hadn't been moved. Everything remained exactly as she had left it before sleeping in the infirmary.

She reached her bookshelf and skimmed the spines, searching for the books on the Civil War. She pulled them off one at a time, into her arms. Crossing back across the room, she dumped them onto the bed.

The door to the room opened. Her head whipped up to see Wyatt closing the door slowly behind him as he entered, eyes fixed on her. "Do you want some help?"

She thought for a moment. Deciding to give him a chance to regain some trust between them, she extended a book toward him.

He sat down on the bed, taking the book from her. He opened it and asked, "What should I search for?"

"Anything on Gettysburg," she said, turning her attention to her own open book. "Or Meade...or us..."

Wyatt nodded, flipping the book to the index at the back. "What are you hoping we find in here?"

She released a heavy sigh, brushing the loose strands of her dark hair out of her face. "Something that could explain all of this...even if it is just some...harebrained theory...at least it's something."

Wyatt carefully skimmed the index. "I'm not seeing anything on Meade or Gettysburg in here."

"Try Longstreet," Lucy added.

He flipped it open again, turning the pages. "Nothing."

She pointed to another book. "Try that one." She continued scanning through her book.

Wyatt continued through the index of the next book. "Here...I think I might have something." He flipped to the correct page and started reading, "It looks like Longstreet had been approached by a group of defectors," his voice hitched in a laugh. He knew the defectors were really Rittenhouse agents. He continued, "who promised a way for the Confederate Army to win the war. They had 'stolen' battle maps to show how the battle of Gettysburg would go if they moved forward with General Lee's plan. General Longstreet pushed for his plan to attack the capital and Lee agreed."

Lucy sat next to him, feeling comfort in his closeness as she leaned over the pages. She muttered, "So... it looks like the battle for Gettysburg didn't happen...just like the theories suggested. And it worries me that they brought old maps with them to alter the course of history."

"They've done that before," Wyatt pointed out.

Lucy hummed a response as she craned her neck to scan more from the book on his lap.

"What did happen?" Wyatt asked, passing the book over to her. He knew how much she loved her history. He wanted to give her the chance to discover the truth first as an act of truce.

She turned a couple of pages. "Longstreet planned to force the Union troops to attack him at the capital but he never reached DC. Meade intercepted by the suggestion of some unknown concerned farmers and caught Longstreet by surprise." She lifted her eyes to meet his. "Longstreet refused to surrender and died in battle with his men against the Potomac Army's advance."

"What happened after that?"

She turned her gaze back to the book, turning another page. "It looks like the other officers believed these farmers were spies and wanted to bring them to charge them with treason...they never found them again."

"What about the war?"

"It looks like it ended a couple of weeks after," Lucy stated.

"And Gettysburg never happened?" Wyatt repeated, almost in shock.

She nodded. "It looks like there was the potential for the battle to have taken place but...Longstreet's maneuver halted that plan. This book says that it's the greatest failed tactical maneuver in U.S. military history."

"Ouch," Wyatt sighed. "That's unfortunate."

Lucy nodded, closing the book. "It is, especially when you consider that if he had gone through with that plan without time travelers from the future to prevent it, he would have won the war for the Confederacy."

Wyatt inhaled deeply. "Well, thankfully, the Union had you." Lucy smiled at him as she stood up. He reached out, grabbing her hand. "Lucy-"

"It's late," she tried to say. "I should get cleaned up."

He stood up as she pulled away from him to gather her books. "We need to talk." She ignored him and he grabbed her shoulders gently, turning her to face him. "Look, please...just... give me a minute. Please?"

She saw the hurt behind his blue eyes. She could feel tears forming behind her own. She nodded, sitting back down on the edge of the bed, clutching her books like a security blanket.

Wyatt exhaled a breath of relief that she was giving him a chance to explain. He said, "I know that I've been acting kind of like a jerk lately."

Lucy raised an eyebrow at him. She knew that he wasn't acting 'kind of' like a jerk but she graciously kept quiet.

The look didn't go unnoticed by him. He corrected himself, "Okay, I was a jerk. A big one. I'm sorry...I shouldn't have been taking this out of you."

"Taking...what out on me?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

It was clear to Lucy that he was struggling to think up the right words to say. He looked uncomfortable in whatever was plaguing him. She began to think that Tenley's disappearance had impacted him more than he had originally led her to believe. She started to feel guilty for doubting his feeling on the matter.

He took a moment to gather himself before admitting, "It...It was Jessica's birthday a month ago...and then ... the anniversary of her death..."

Lucy's head swiveled at the admittance. Stunned, she opened her mouth to say something but couldn't form words. She couldn't believe that he was still hung up on his wife - especially after everything she had done to him - to them.

Wyatt saw her expression and added, "I know...I know! She's not dead - she's Rittenhouse but... She's not the same woman that I married and I guess...I guess I'm still mourning the woman that died in our original timeline."

Lucy gritted her teeth. This wasn't what she had expected him to say. She had hoped for an apology regarding his nonchalant behavior toward Tenley - their future child. Instead, he was moody over things and people who were dead and buried - even hypothetically.

Wyatt continued, "I know that I should have handled this more delicately but instead...I let it eat away at me and I'm sorry."

Lucy's lips twisted off to the side as she listened to his apology. When she realized that he wasn't going to say anything more, she nodded once. "I understand, Wyatt."

"You do?" he asked, almost stunned.

She hummed a response, flashing him a fake smile. "I can't imagine how difficult it is for you to be reminded of her and know that Rittenhouse changed things for you...and her...For both of you..."

Wyatt saw her emotions shift. His brows knitted together. "Lucy?"

She stood up, blinking the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry, Wyatt. For all of this."

"Why are you apologizing?" he asked. "You didn't do anything wrong-"

"Except for the fact that my family is Rittenhouse," she reminded him. "If it weren't for them, you'd be living happily with Jessica."

Wyatt shook his head. "I don't understand-"

She smiled. "I've got to get cleaned up." She started to leave but stopped at the door. She glanced over her shoulder and added, "You should ask Agent Christopher if you could take some time outside the bunker to honor her memory or something."

Wyatt shook his head, taking a step toward her. When she held her hand to stop him, he said, "I don't need time away to honor her memory..." Lucy broke eye contact with him. He said, "I just thought you'd like to know what's been weighing on my mind."

Lucy felt the tears choking her as she tried to keep them at bay. She forced another smile. "I'm going to get cleaned up."

Wyatt stood in the center of their room, watching her leave. He scoffed, trying to think what he had said wrong. This wasn't how he had envisioned this conversation ending. He wasn't entirely sure he knew what would happen but he figured there'd be a more in-depth conversation than what had taken place.

Running his hand through his hair in frustration, he grabbed a change of clothes and his toiletries. He headed down the hall. Along the way, he ran into Rufus.

Rufus noticed the mixed expression of emotions on Wyatt's face. "What's that look for?"

Wyatt sighed as he stood outside the occupied bathroom. He could hear the water from the shower and knew Lucy was cleaning up. He motioned to the closed door. "We talked."

"You did?" Rufus asked, sounding hopeful. "How'd it go?"

Wyatt shrugged. "I have no idea."

Rufus's eyes narrowed. "That doesn't sound promising..."

Wyatt shook his head, glancing at his feet. "I don't get it," he started, bringing his eyes back up to meet Rufus's. "I apologized to her for my attitude lately and-"

"Did you explain why you had an attitude?"

"Yes!" Wyatt scoffed. "I told her that I'm in a dark place since-"

"Since Tenley?" Rufus said, trying to finish Wyatt's sentence.

Wyatt's face twisted in confusion. "Tenley? No - Jessica."

Rufus's eyes widened. "Jessica?"

"What?"

"Why would you be torn up about Jessica?"

"It's the anniversary of her death," Wyatt explained. "Not to mention, her birthday was a couple of months ago-"

"Hold up," Rufus began, still reeling from this information. "You mean, you told Lucy that you were feeling...whatever you were feeling...because of Jessica?"

"Yeah."

"And you don't know why she'd be upset?"

"Well, I mean," Wyatt tried to say.

Rufus exhaled, dropping his head back. "Man, you're such an idiot."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means that she thought you were going to apologize for the whole Tenley thing!" Rufus spat. "And instead, you're going on about a walking dead woman who's part of the whole crazy murderous group we're trying to stop!"

Wyatt blinked at him. "How am I supposed to know?"

Rufus scoffed, shaking his head. "Man, you don't get it..." He started to walk away from Wyatt.

Wyatt turned to watch. "Well, wha..."

Rufus stormed off, unable to look at Wyatt. He was angry. He was angry for Lucy. He didn't peg Wyatt for being the unobservant type. He thought it was obvious where the problems were. He couldn't believe what he had heard.

As Rufus rounded the corner, he bumped into Flynn. "Sorry," he grumbled.

Flynn narrowed his eyes at him. "You all right?"

Rufus ran his hands over his head. "I just thought ... "

"You thought...what?"

"Nothing," Rufus replied. "It's nothing."

Flynn held Rufus's gaze. "It can't be nothing if it's bothering you-"

"Wyatt's an idiot!" Rufus blurted out, unable to contain it any longer. "He's going to drive such a wedge between him and Lucy that Tenley's never going to come back."

Flynn grew rigid. His expression hardened. "What are you talking about?"

Rufus blew a short breath before saying, "He said he talked to Lucy and apologized for his moods but... He doesn't get it!"

"What did he apologize for?" Flynn asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Doesn't get what?"

Rufus licked his lips, unsure he wanted to tell Flynn. He feared that Flynn would react impulsively.

Flynn saw the hesitation and connected the dots. "You're afraid I'm going to confront him?"

"I'm more worried you're going to kick his ass," Rufus said truthfully, head bobbing to the side.

Flynn held Rufus's gaze. He refused to let him skirt the issue. "What did he say?"

Rufus shifted uncomfortably in his place, glancing at his shoes. "He apologized for the wrong thing..." he watched Flynn motion with his hand to continue. "He's feeling down because Jessica's birthday and the anniversary of her death-" Flynn stopped listening and turned on his heel to leave. Rufus called after him, "Wait! Where are you going?"

Flynn marched down the hall. His hands were balled into fists. By the time he reached the bathroom, he spotted Lucy approaching him. He didn't see Wyatt.

He stood in her way. "What happened?"

"What are you talking about?" she asked, shifting her things in her arms.

"What did he say to you?"

"He apologized," she said flatly.

"For Jessica?"

"You knew?"

"Rufus told me."

She hummed a response, lifting her eyebrows. She didn't seem surprised in the least.

Flynn studied her face. She had been crying in the shower. He reached forward, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. "We will get Tenley back."

Lucy's lips quivered. "I'm not so sure-"

"We will," he told her again, pulling her into an embrace. "I won't give up."

She relaxed in his arms. "It's like Amy all over again. The people I care about are being ripped away from me and I'm powerless to stop it from happening."

Flynn tightened his grip on her. "I'll talk to him-"

"No," she told him, pulling away. "He's got to figure this one out on his own."

Flynn shook his head. "He needs direction," he said, pointing to the bathroom door. "He needs to know the truth-"

"It won't matter," she said. "Until he can work through whatever it is that is getting to him, it won't matter what we tell him." She shrugged. "Until he gets there, I don't think we're going to have much of a future...and Tenley..." she stopped talking. She sniffled, brushing the hair from her face before putting on that familiar fake smile. "I've got to come to terms with the fact that she might never come home...and I think you need to do the same."

Flynn felt her words strike him in the heart as he watched her walk away from him. He watched her as she entered the infirmary and closed the door. Flynn felt his world close in on himself upon the realization that Tenley might never return.

For the first time since his wife and daughter, he feared for the person he loved the most in all of the world. He felt the familiar pangs of resentment and the feeling to fight back reemerge. He didn't know what else to do but he knew he wasn't ready to grieve for Tenley.

Tensions rose within the bunker as the days passed. Jiya tried to get everyone involved with a games night but she struggled to get an answer from anyone. Eventually, she gave up.

Flynn kept his distance from the others. He repeated Rufus's fear in his mind. He knew Rufus was right: he'd kick Wyatt's ass until the boy understood what the problem was. He also knew it wouldn't do any good. Wyatt's head was thicker than stone most of the time.

Lucy stayed in the infirmary, rarely coming out when she knew Wyatt was up and about. She read the few books that Tenley had brought with her but there were only so many times Lucy could read Pride and Prejudice and its modernized version, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. The only other options Tenley had were medical journals and the talk of blood made her squirm.

When the alarms in the bunker sounded, it seemed universal for everyone's feelings to have something to do to distract themselves from the growing issues.

Gathered in the main living area, Jiya typed at the keyboard. She stated, "Victoria, British Columbia..." more typing came from in front of Jiya before she added, "September 17, 1860."

Lucy's brow knitted together in thought. She was drawing a blank. Finally, she shook her head.

Agent Christopher nodded. "Be careful. Stick together...you don't know what you're walking into."

Rufus and Wyatt were the first to enter the Lifeboat. Flynn glanced at Lucy. He offered a small sympathetic smile as she pushed by him to climb up the steps. He shook his head, wondering what miracle would bring them all together as a family once again.

1860

The Lifeboat landed in an abandoned fishing warehouse on the outskirts of the Inner Harbor of Victoria. The moment the hatch opened up, the overwhelming stench of fish washed over the team. Rufus gagged, covering his mouth to keep from losing his lunch.

Flynn glanced out of the corner of his eye at the pilot. He didn't have to ask. He turned his gaze back out toward the harbor.

Lucy had exited the Lifeboat. Her eyes were wide with amazement as she took in the area surrounding them.

Wyatt was the first out of the Lifeboat. He had examined the building they were in and found old supplies stashed inside. He returned with clothes in his arms. "Well, they reek of fish and rotten fruit but...better than nothing."

Rufus grimaced as he took the clothes from Wyatt. "I think these smell worse than the air itself...something I never knew was possible until now."

"Breathe through your nose," Flynn suggested. "You'll get used to it."

Rufus glared at him. "You breathe through your nose...I might throw up if I do that."

Flynn shrugged as he examined the clothes he took from Wyatt. He sighed, realizing they'd be of the poorer citizens. The clothes were that of old dock workers, plain and ratty, covered in stains and as Rufus had pointed out, it reeked worse than the ambient air.

Lucy cleared her throat as she took the ratty dress and climbed back into the Lifeboat to change. It didn't take her long to change her clothes and she sat inside the Lifeboat, listening carefully to the men's conversations to determine when they were done.

As they changed, Wyatt noticed Rufus and Flynn avoiding his gaze. Finally, he asked, "What is it with you two?"

"What are you talking about?" Rufus asked, trying to deflect.

"I don't know," he said. "It's like you're avoiding me."

"We just traveled through time in a small ship," Rufus pointed out. "How are we avoiding you?"

"You know what I mean."

"No, I really don't."

Flynn sighed. "Let's not do this here. We have to figure out what's going on so we can get out of these clothes."

"I'm going to smell like fish oil for weeks," Rufus complained.

Wyatt shook his head. "Fine. Are you ready?" When the two nodded, readjusting their clothes, Wyatt called out, "Are you about finished in there?"

Lucy started to climb back out. "I was waiting for you."

Wyatt reached out his hand for her to take but she slid down without his assistance. He furrowed his brow briefly but didn't comment on it. He cleared his throat and asked, "So, what are we doing here?"

Lucy shook her head. "I don't know...let's go for a walk."

"And take in all that...fresh...air?" Rufus muttered as he followed Lucy out into the harbor.

Lucy's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas as she took in all of the large steamer ships coming into and leaving the port. She watched as the seagulls played in the sky above the fishermen at work.

As her eyes drifted down to the docks, Wyatt whispered, "Looks like we've got company."

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw where Wyatt had been looking. At the far end of the dock were four men in black suits. From what Lucy could tell, they hadn't noticed them yet.

"Oh, great," Rufus grumbled. "It's a Bloodstone mission... which means someone's going to turn up missing."

Flynn stepped up to Lucy, closing the gap between them. "Any ideas yet as to why we're here?"

Lucy shook her head. "Not yet." She turned her back to the Suits and scanned the harbor. Sighing, she marched down the lane, searching silently for clues.

"I guess we're walking?" Wyatt mumbled as he fell in behind her.

Lucy's eyes landed on an old newspaper, crumpled up into a loose ball just on the edge of the curb. She bent down and picked it up. Smoothing out the paper so she could see it, her eyes drifted over the page.

The large print on the front page said The Girls Are Coming! As Lucy continued scanning the article, Rufus read over her shoulder. He asked, "What's crinoline?"

Wyatt tried to catch a glance at the paper. "What?"

"The article says there's 60 select crinoline..." Rufus told him. "I've never heard that word before."

Lucy stated, "Girls...they're bringing girls over from Britain." She lowered the page and asked, "Why would Bloodstone care about a bride ship?"

"A what ship?" Wyatt asked, eyes widening slightly, thinking he misheard.

"It was meant to unite Great Britain and British Columbia," Lucy began. "As well as to clean up the populous in London by sending unwanted orphans and widows to Canada to marry the miners who came out this way."

Flynn's face grew serious. He couldn't imagine the harrowing journey from London to Victoria. He wondered how many of these '60' would actually be alive by the time they docked.

Lucy continued, "They called it a form of independence for those selected but...most of the ones who made the journey successfully, they either were married off or started working at domestic servants."

"So..." Rufus started, drawing out the word. "Slaves? Great."

Wyatt held his hand out as he stopped her from continuing her lesson. "You said those who made the journey successfully?"

Lucy nodded, eyes holding a sadness that Wyatt had begun to recognize as something she did when the details were heartbreaking for her. She said, "Some didn't survive the horrible living conditions on board. The overcrowding and treatment of some of these women were so bad that most wanted to die."

Wyatt sighed out of disgust. He couldn't listen to it anymore. He asked, "So, what does Bloodstone want here? Was there anyone on board one of these ships that becomes important?"

Lucy opened her mouth to speak when Flynn chimed in. "Remember, Bloodstone takes even obscure people from history." When Wyatt looked at him confused, Flynn reminded him, "Violet Jessop?"

Wyatt nodded slowly as he recalled the girl that Tenley had saved back on the Pulaski. He had nearly forgotten about her. "Right, so... What, we've got about 60 girls we need to keep an eye on?"

Lucy offered a half-shrug. "I'm not sure... but the ship is supposed to dock some time today."

"Great," Wyatt groaned. "So, I guess we wait."

The team found a nearby pub to wait for the ship to dock. When they entered the building, it was already packed with excited miners waiting for their future brides.

The four pushed their way deeper into the pub, finding a tiny table hidden in the back corner. Sitting closely together, they scanned the full room.

Wyatt asked, "How old are these brides? Because...from where I'm sitting, these guys look to be in the sixties..."

"At least," Rufus added, nodding in agreement. His eyes continued to land on the men who sported length white beards. He cringed as he thought about one of these young women being married to them.

Lucy leaned closer as she said, "Some of them were as young as 12-"

"Twelve?" Flynn scoffed, face contorted in disgust. He pinched the bridge to his nose, trying to remember how different the times were.

Wyatt's eyes were wide, showcasing his disgust as well. "They got away with this?"

Lucy gave him that look - the one that told him how history isn't always sunshine and rainbows.

Rufus asked, "Why did the article talk about crinoline? Why not just say, girls?"

"Because if they were to admit that ships were transporting people instead of goods," Lucy began.

Flynn finished her thought, "They'd be charged as slavers."

Lucy nodded. "Slavery was abolished in Canada in 1834...almost thirty years now." Rufus sat up straighter as he realized that he wasn't considered a slave.

The atmosphere inside the bar seemed to shift as a large steamer began approaching the dock, horn blowing as it neared. The miners strained in their seats to get a glimpse of the ship from their seats.

A young boy burst into the pub and shouted, "It's the Tynemouth! The girls are here!"

Cheers erupted inside the bar so loudly that Lucy covered her ears a bit. Wyatt shook his head in disbelief. He had never seen grown men react this way before. Rufus's mouth hung open in stunned silence. Flynn glanced about the room, watching each man as they stood up and clamored for the door.

The team stood up, trying to keep together as the crowds pushed each other out of the building. Feeling elbows and hands pushing by, Lucy glanced over her shoulder expecting to see Wyatt or even Flynn but she was surrounded by men she'd never seen before.

"Wyatt!" she cried out. "Wyatt!"

Panic rose in her chest as she was carried away in the wave of the crowd. She felt the fresh air hit her face and she glanced up. She was finally outside but still couldn't find her friends.

"Wyatt! Rufus! Flynn!" she called out desperately.

A hand wrapped around her wrist tightly. She whirled around to face the individual but as she turned, she saw a fist coming for her and her world faded to black.