"Where is she?" Wyatt shouted, pushing his way through the crowd. "Do you see her?"

Rufus shook his head as he glanced about. He spotted some shipping crates against the building and ran toward them. He climbed up to the top and gazed out into the mass of men who gathered at the docks. He didn't see Lucy anywhere.

Flynn scanned the crowd. He stood a good few inches to a foot over the miners. He wasn't just looking for Lucy but something told him that Bloodstone had to be involved here. He kept an eye out for the Suits but all he could see were miners for what felt like miles.

The miners gathered where the Tynemouth docked. As the gangplank was pushed out, connecting with the dock, the Captain of the ship emerged. The miners shouted with anticipation. The Captain raised his hands to calm the excited crowd.

The dock foreman walked up to meet the Captain. Flynn watched as the two exchanged words and signed some papers. He wondered if there was a cut in profit for the foreman for keeping this quiet.

Wyatt stopped next to him. "Do you see her?"

Flynn glanced down and saw the fear in Wyatt's eyes. For the first time in a while, Flynn saw the terror that filled his expression. Despite the attitudes he had been giving to Lucy - despite their fights and Wyatt's snide remarks - it was at this moment, all of that had been washed away. Flynn saw love on Wyatt's face. He was terrified for Lucy.

"Do you see her, Flynn?" Wyatt repeated, voice growing in tension as he turned his gaze up to meet Flynn's.

Flynn shook his head. "No. I don't."

Rufus approached the two. "I can't spot her anywhere in the crowds. There are so many people here, it's crazy... I mean, with this many people, how did this not attract more attention in history?"

"We should split up-" Wyatt started.

"Wait," Flynn interrupted, grabbing Wyatt's shoulder. He kept his eyes locked on a group at the base of the gangplank. "I think I see our 'friends'."

Wyatt glanced over to the direction Flynn was staring but couldn't see past the gathered crowd. "So, what do we do?"

Before Flynn had a chance to suggest a course of action, the foreman shouted over the crowd, arms outstretched to maintain peace and order, "Quiet! Quiet!" The crowds settled, listening to what the man had to say.

The foreman lowered his hands and shouted, "We're going to do this in an organized fashion! Two by two, like the ark!"

Scattered laughter erupted across the crowd. Rufus shifted uncomfortably in place. "Please tell me he isn't suggesting what I think he is?"

Two young women were brought out onto the gangplank, side by side. Flynn blinked at them. He saw how filthy they were, sickly looking, and gaunt. He saw their filthy faces filled with fear and uncertainty as they took in the crowds of men.

"Let's start off with these beauties!" the man shouted over the crowd, playing with one of the girls' hair.

"My God," Rufus muttered. "They really are doing this here..."

Wyatt took a step forward. "We have to stop this."

"And how do you suggest we do that?" Flynn asked. "Take on the entire crowd of very lonely men?" He turned his gaze away from Wyatt. "Our concern right now is to find Lucy."

Men were shouting, holding money above their heads as the first two girls were being auctioned off. Wyatt scoffed, "This is crazy...those two can't be older than fourteen."

Flynn's eyes drifted back over to the Suits. He noticed that three of them were gone and only one remained. His eyes darted about the crowd, searching for the others. He gritted his teeth, lecturing himself for having taken his eyes off of them for a moment.

The two girls on the gangplank were escorted to their new soon-to-be spouses. Rufus shuddered as he watched these older men groping their young prizes. "This is sick..."

The foreman brought two more women forward and the auction continued. Wyatt stared in shock at the girls again. Much like the first ones, they weren't much older.

Turning to face Flynn, Wyatt said, "I can't stand here and wait...I need to find her."

Before either Rufus or Flynn could persuade him to wait, Wyatt pushed his way through the crowds, searching for signs of Lucy.

The closer Wyatt got to the front of the crowd, the more his stomach knotted together. He knew he was approaching the Bloodstone agents but he knew if he waited too long, he'd lose them completely and then where would Lucy be?

With every step he took, he was reminded of that horrifying feeling he knew all too well - the very feeling he felt when Jessica died all those years ago. That pit in the bottom of his stomach that told him that something was wrong began to grow. His nerves were getting the better of him as he felt his hands trembling with every push by he did.

He lectured himself, allowing that inner voice deep within his mind to ream him a new one for how he had been treating Lucy as of late. He needed to tell her how much she meant to him. He knew that was one of his biggest regrets he had with Jessica - never telling her enough that he loved her. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something happened to Lucy and he never fully expressed his feelings for her. He had said that he loved her once but he wanted to tell her that every day.

Wyatt pushed to the front of the crowd. He glanced about and didn't see the Bloodstone agent. He decided to make his way to the office of the foreman. He figured that was a good place to start searching for clues or at the very least, wait until the disgusting display of selling underage girls to old men stopped.

As Wyatt neared the entrance to the office, movement caught his attention off to his right. Turning his gaze over, he spotted a Bloodstone agent charging him, knife in hand.

Grabbing the wrist of the man holding the knife, Wyatt turned, elbowing the man in the face. He twisted the knife from the man's grip and whirled around. Flipping the blade around, Wyatt found himself standing at the ready for the next attack.

Another shadow moved out of the corner of his eye. Dodging the second Bloodstone man's attack, Wyatt plunged the knife into the man's stomach.

The first Bloodstone man charged again. He swung his fist for Wyatt's face. Wyatt ducked, slamming his fist into the man's side as he defended himself. A few blows later, the Suit crumpled to the ground.

Wyatt knocked the man to the ground. He hovered inches above him as he held his bloodied fist over the man's face. Wyatt demanded, "Where is she?"

When the Suit refused to speak, Wyatt slammed his fist into the man's jaw. "Where is she?!" Another refusal, another punch. He jerked the man up by the collar. "I'm going to ask one more time-"

The man choked on his blood, spitting out a tooth that was knocked loose by one of Wyatt's punches. Wyatt gritted his teeth as he slammed his fist into the man's face once more, knocking him out.

Standing upright, Wyatt glanced over his shoulder. He didn't see any other Bloodstone men. He heard the crowds outside cheering again, making him believe that more women were being showcased. He approached the office door and tried the handle. Locked.

Feeling his frustrations and anger rising, Wyatt took a step back and kicked the door in with ease. He walked in, glancing about the small room. There were no windows for this office. A large desk filled the room, two chairs in front and one behind the desk. Stacks upon stacks of loose papers littered the top of it. Wyatt scoffed, pushing papers around as he hoped to find anything useful.

Hidden under a short stack of paper was a half-eaten apple. It had been there for a while as it had turned almost black. He muttered, "Slobs..."

Sounds of someone running toward the office reached Wyatt's ears. He turned around, aiming his gun at the door just as Rufus burst into the doorframe. Rufus threw his hands up. "Whoa! Whoa! It's me!" Before Wyatt could speak, Rufus added, "We found her!"

"Where?" Wyatt asked. He felt his heart skip a beat before going into overdrive.

Rufus's face seemed pained. "You're not going to like this."

Rufus led Wyatt back into the harbor where the crowds were gathered. As they positioned themselves to a place where they could see the gangplank clearly, Rufus pointed. "She's there..."

Standing on the gangplank by herself was Lucy. From Wyatt's vantage point, he could see that she had a nice new bruise on her left temple. His blood boiled seeing her hurt like that.

He watched as her scared dark eyes bounced around the gathered crowd, clearly searching for them. He wanted to raise his hand to let her know where they were but the bidding for her had started.

"We have to stop this," Wyatt stated, voice desperate. His brows were knitted together and his eyes were narrow with anger. Rufus had taken a step back from him, for fear of being hit.

"We could always follow the guy who buys her?" Rufus suggested.

Wyatt glanced around them. "Where's Flynn?"

Rufus blinked, turning around. "He was just right here a moment ago."

"Sold!" the voice shouted over the cheering crowd.

Wyatt's eyes snapped back to the gangplank. His heart fell into his stomach as he watched Lucy being manhandled down the line toward her buyer. She tried to fight the grip on her arm and that's when he noticed her bound hands.

"That's it," Wyatt spat. "I'm getting her out of there."

As the crowds started to leave for the evening, the foreman shouted, "Come back in two weeks! Another ship will be here to accommodate those of you who didn't snag a wife!"

Wyatt forced his way through the crowds, pushing aggressively. The miners protested his manners as he barreled through. Rufus apologized as he followed his friend.

Taking a moment, Wyatt looked around and spotted Lucy being led off by two men down the alley. He took off running. Rufus muttered something under his breath as he tried to keep up.

Rounding the corner, Wyatt shouted, "Stop!" When the men stopped and turned around, Wyatt said, "Let her go."

Lucy's eyes widened as she took in the murderous look on Wyatt's face. She hadn't seen that look in quite some time. "Wyatt..."

He aimed his gun at the two. "Let her go...I'm not going to ask a third time."

The men released her arms, raising them defensively. The man on Lucy's left stated, "We don't want any problems, yeah? We were asked to buy her-"

"Asked?" Wyatt repeated. "By who?"

"Tall fellow," the man on the right said. "Funny accent."

Wyatt's eyes narrowed on them. "You have a funny accent to me-"

"Yeah but you're not from around here either," the left man said. "Neither was he."

Wyatt's head tilted slightly. "Where were you taking her then?"

"To her new husband," Lefty said. "He told us to bring her to the old warehouse."

"Take me to him," Wyatt ordered. The two exchanged glances. "Now or I'll shoot you right here!"

They raised their hands again. "Okay, okay! No need to be hasty!"

Wyatt kept his weapon trained on the two as he approached Lucy. When he reached her, his eyes never left the men. "Are you all right?"

She nodded, unable to speak. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before saying, "Come on. Stay close."

Rufus ran up behind them. "Lucy!" He rushed up to her, embracing her tightly. "You're all right!" He glanced down to her bound hands. "Right...here."

Wyatt followed the two down the back alleys, with Rufus and Lucy in tow. As they neared the warehouse, Wyatt's face contorted in confusion. It was the same warehouse they had hidden the Lifeboat inside.

The men stopped and turned to face Wyatt. "We were told to wait here for further instructions."

Wyatt opened his mouth to retort but the door to the warehouse opened. A tall man in a fancy black suit stepped out, removing his hat. Wyatt kept his eye on the man until his face wasn't obscured by the hat.

The hat lowered to reveal Flynn. Wyatt scoffed, lowering the gun to his side. Flynn glanced over to see the rest of them. He kept his scowl on his face as he turned to the two men. "Who are they?"

"They wanted your new wife," Lefty stated. "He had a gun-"

Sighing heavily, Flynn appeared frustrated with them. He tossed them a small bag of coin. "Get out of here. I'll deal with them."

The two men exchanged glances before running in the opposite direction. Flynn put his hand on his hip and turned to the others. When he was certain they were alone, he asked, "What took you so long?"

Present Day

"So, what purpose did Bloodstone have here?" Agent Christopher asked. "Because from what you just told me, I'm failing to make the connection."

"Honestly?" Rufus began, glancing at the others. "I think they were trying to get rid of Lucy."

Wyatt sighed. "They've tried before..."

Lucy stared off into the distance. She hadn't blinked in a while and could feel her eyes beginning to dry. Flynn had been watching her carefully, wondering if he should ask if she were okay.

Wyatt suggested, "I think we need to get cleaned up...and she needs an ice pack." This statement brought Lucy back from her thoughts.

Lucy offered a small smile before heading for the bathroom. Wyatt followed her.

Rufus took a step before Flynn grabbed his shoulder. Rufus turned his gaze over as Flynn said, "Give them a minute."

As Lucy neared the bathroom, Wyatt asked, "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?"

She sighed, letting her shoulders slump forward. "I'm tired, Wyatt-"

"It won't take long," he told her, stopping inches from her. "Please?"

She wanted to tell him no. She wanted to insist that they do this conversation in the morning but there was that familiar light in his blue eyes that she couldn't dismiss so easily. Finally, she nodded.

He took her by the hand and led her into their room. She was taken by surprise by his gesture. He hadn't touched her in what felt like a lifetime. He left the door ajar as he led her into their room.

"I'm such an idiot," he told her. "I've been the biggest fool out there and I realize that now."

"What are you talking about?"

"I've been angry for the wrong things, Lucy; I see that now. I shouldn't have been taking out my frustrations about ghosts past on you...you don't deserve that."

"I...I don't know what to say to that-"

He stepped closer. "I love you, Lucy. Seeing you disappear from my sight and to find you up on that gangplank..." his voice drifted for a moment. She saw the emotions flooding his expression as he tried to keep his momentum going. He continued, "It killed me to think that I had lost you... It damn near destroyed me to think that I'd lose you forever and I'd never be able to tell you just how much you mean to me - how much I love you..."

She blinked at his admission. She knew he loved her but this was something different. There was a desperation to his voice. It was as though his life depended on her knowing everything he had to give.

He swallowed. "I've been an ass, Lucy... I can only hope that you'll forgive me... and I cannot even begin to say I'm sorry enough because you deserve more than words...but right now, words are all that I have."

She could feel the tears forming behind her eyes. She blinked and one traitorous tear fell. He reached forward, brushing it off her cheek with his thumb. He lingered there for a moment, studying her face.

"Please...forgive me?" he whispered, staring into her eyes.

Lucy saw the plea for forgiveness and comfort behind his eyes. She saw the man she had fallen in love with but something was still holding her back from throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him.

"Please, Lucy..." Wyatt begged. "Please forgive me..."

She blinked, nodding slightly. She gave him a small smile as his brightened. He pulled her close and kissed her. She remembered their first real kiss and the emotions behind it. She knew Wyatt meant his words to her. He loved her.

She simply questioned where she fit inside his world. Was she below Jessica? Would he do this every year when he needed to mourn the life he once had? She didn't have those answers and it plagued her mind.

From the hallway, Rufus could see into Lucy and Wyatt's room. He smiled when they kissed. He whispered, "Looks like things are getting back to normal around here."

Flynn shook his head as he watched Lucy's body language. "I wouldn't count on it yet."

Rufus turned to look at him. "What? You're seeing what I'm seeing, right? This is monumental for them-"

Flynn tore his eyes from the room to look at Rufus. "If that were you, would you trust a simple apology?"

Rufus's brows knitted together as he thought for a moment. "You think-"

"I think it's too soon to tell if things are back to normal," Flynn told him. "Just don't hold your breath."

Flynn started to walk away but Rufus followed him. "I don't understand you," he began. "I thought you of all people would be happy to see them reconciling."

"That's not reconciling...That's smoothing ruffled feathers."

"It's a start-"

"No," Flynn said, shaking his head. He turned to face Rufus. "Trust was broken. Egos were bruised...a simple apology won't fix that."

Rufus studied Flynn for a moment. "So...you don't think it's possible to reconnect-"

Flynn smirked, head cocked. "I'm saying that if you think that kiss means all is right in the world again, you've seen too many movies."

Rufus shook his head in disbelief. "Is it impossible for you to believe in love?" Flynn gritted his teeth as he glared at Rufus. He continued, "This is a huge step in the right direction - the direction that would get them back to the point where Tenley might actually exist again. I thought you'd be able to see that."

Flynn inhaled deeply. "She's not buying his apology, Rufus. I could see it from here."

"You don't know that-"

"You forget that I was married once," Flynn stated. "I've been there before...where you say or do something you immediately regret and there are not enough words in the world to convince them that you're sorry. That kind of broken trust takes time to build up again. Sometimes, it takes years...if you ever get it back." Rufus could see the memories wash over Flynn's features as he thought back over those days. Flynn blinked the tears away and started to walk away.

Jiya came up behind Rufus. Her eyes darted over to the retreating Flynn before turning her gaze back to Rufus. "You guys okay?"

"Yeah, great," Rufus muttered.

"I saw Lucy and Wyatt making up," she said. "Looks like things are getting back to normal around here."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that."

That evening, Flynn carefully pushed the door to the infirmary open. He expected to see Lucy sleeping on the old couch as she had for weeks but she wasn't there. Glancing over his shoulder, Flynn made sure no one else was around as he slipped into the infirmary.

He stood in the middle of the darkened room, eyes roaming around. Memories of Tenley tending to his wounds and bruises he had endured over the past year came back to him.

He remembered the way her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, strands that had fallen around her face. He closed his eyes, seeing her face as though she were standing in front of him. He had memorized each freckle she had, the length of her eyelashes. He often found himself getting lost in her dark eyes and how they changed different shades of brown depending on the light and her mood. He thought he could hear her laugh within the room and his eyes flew open, half-expecting her to be standing there wearing an amused smile on her face, only to be disappointed to see the room was still empty and dark.

He sighed, turning his eyes around the room again. He smiled at the memory of her letting him patch up her wounds. He thought over her lessons to him on how to stitch up banana peels. His eyes drifted down to the stack of games on the floor. His smile grew as he remembered thinking she was crazy for trying to get them all to play board games but it worked; they were closer as a team because of it.

His heart ached when he remembered rescuing her from his brother. The fight they had before he kissed her for the first time on that abandoned highway - how their relationship continued to build up past friends and into something much more intimate.

He inhaled deeply, blinking back the tears he willed away every day. He hadn't given himself the chance to mourn her potential death. He refused to let himself believe that she'd never come back. He couldn't listen to the words of doubt but he struggled with it, despite what the others might have thought. It took all of his willpower to keep from breaking down into a ball of tears every night.

Blinking the tears away, Flynn sat down on the dingy couch. He looked around before whispering, "I haven't given up on you yet, Nine, but I don't know what to do...I wish you were here with me..."

He leaned his head back against the couch to stare up at the ceiling. His head was pushing up uncomfortably against what he thought was a pillow. He reached back and pulled it before him. His heart stopped for a moment as his brain translated what his eyes were seeing.

In his hands, Flynn held her old Stargate hoodie. He smirked at the design on the front. She had forced him to watch a couple of episodes and explained the symbols on her hoodie were the same used in the show for Earth's universal address. He chuckled at how much of a closet fangirl she was. The smile faded as his fingers gripped the grey hoodie.

Bringing the hoodie to his nose, Flynn took a deep, slow breath in. His lungs were filled with her familiar scent - a mix of rubbing alcohol, orange blossom, and vanilla. He gripped the hoodie tighter, bracing himself as his body betrayed him to his bottled up emotions.

He sat there in the dark, crying into her hoodie.