A/N: Thank you, fritzen and Danielle, for your reviews. I'm very grateful you're still reading! I hope this mission isn't disappointing to you since it's one of your favorite historical moments. Enjoy!


1588

The Lifeboat sat nestled in the thick treeline amongst the brush, overlooking the Atlantic ocean. Birds sang songs overhead as they darted from tree to tree. The sounds of distant seagulls along the coast echoed around them with the faint sound of the water lapping up onto the shore. The lush brush underfoot was overgrown, leading the team to believe that nothing had come this way in some time. The vines proved to be troublesome as their feet continued to get caught in the tangled web of the flora.

Rufus was the last out of the Lifeboat. "Well, if no one is home, we don't have to worry about blending in, right?"

The team glanced over at the man before wandering through the vegetation. After ten minutes of their leisurely walk in the woods, Wyatt stopped them. "Look there," he whispered. "It looks like smoke."

Through the breaks of the trees, they managed to see several small puffs of white smoke. "Is that chimney smoke?" Lucy asked.

Flynn nodded. "Would appear so."

"So, they're still here?" Rufus asked. His tone became disappointed. "Which means a change of clothes...potentially smelly and disease-ridden. My life is awesome."

"Come on," Wyatt whispered, carefully leading them through the woods toward the colony's location.

They stopped at the edge of the woods that overlooked the lost colony. The colony was filled with people who were going about their day. Wyatt turned to Lucy. "How many people are down there?"

Lucy replied, "They think about 115 to 120 people were living at Roanoke Colony at the time. There's evidence to suggest-"

"How do that many people just vanish?" Wyatt asked, cutting her off.

She shrugged. "We still don't know but there are a lot of speculations."

"Such as?" Wyatt asked, turning back to observe the people.

"Some think the message inscribed on the tree meant they headed to Croatoan island," she mentioned. "Others believe they decided to assimilate into the natives' lives and head further inland."

"So, they don't know?" Wyatt concluded. She nodded, realizing he wasn't interested in the facts - what little facts there were - and stopped sharing the details she knew.

Rufus asked, "Not to sound like a conspiracy theorist or anything but what would Rittenhouse or Bloodstone accomplish here?" Lucy turned her attention to him. He added, "I mean, they didn't do anything here to warrant any interest, right? Or was someone important enough to them? A sleeper?"

Wyatt finally turned his attention to Rufus. "Take a breath, man."

Lucy blinked at the two. "I don't know the answers to your questions but I do know this colony might have helped those who founded Jamestown."

Rufus's eyes widened. "Oh...good times," he muttered, turning to Flynn, "Right?"

Flynn rolled his eyes, remembering their experiences at Jamestown. He hadn't forgotten the beating he took on the beach - the very one Rufus kept referring to as 'The Mountain' attack. Even if he wanted to forget about it, his ribs still ached on occasion from the incident. He shook the memories away and said, "We can't linger here for much longer."

Wyatt nodded in agreement. "Let's see if there's a way to get down there and grab some clothes without being seen."

"You know they'll know we're not part of the colony, right?" Lucy asked. "There's not that many people down there-"

"We'll improvise," Wyatt said.

"We're going to get shot," Rufus retorted, pinching the bridge to his nose.

A twig behind them snapped, causing all of them to turn. "Actually," a man's voice stated. "You'll be rotting in a jail cell."

The team raised their hands in defense as they stared down the barrel of six muskets aimed at them as eight colonials stood before them. Flynn and Wyatt exchanged glances, irritated with each other for not having heard or seen these men making their approach.

Rufus tilted his head slightly at them. "We come in peace?"

Present Day

Tenley sat in her room, enjoying the quiet. Her dark eyes drifted about the place, taking in every feature it had to offer. She recalled her old room at the bunker - the one she made within the infirmary that she had to share with - she didn't even have a bed to call her own. Her mind thought back to the room she had when she was living with Rittenhouse. Despite it being a private room, it had its flaws - like that damned water-damaged corner that continued to get worse. This room, however, felt comfortable and new. She felt almost ashamed and selfish to take it.

There was a sense of familiarity with it that she couldn't place. She knew she had never been here before, yet there was just that nagging voice in the back of her head that tried to convince her otherwise. She pushed herself to her feet, searching the place in hopes of finding whatever gave her that feeling.

She wouldn't call it a deja vu moment but it was similar. She laughed at the idea of trying to explain it to someone. If there was anything she had learned since her memory was wiped, it was to trust her gut. It hadn't led her wrong yet.

She began her search with the dresser, finding it empty aside from the clothes she brought with her. She moved to the desk to rifle through the drawers, only to find them empty. By the time she reached the bookshelf, she scanned the spines of each one of the books. She smiled and reached out for one with elegant flower designs and delicate script.

Holding it in her hands, she stared at the cover. 'First Impressions'. She opened the book and thumbed through the pages. She remembered loving this book, despite not having read it in a while. As she stopped to look over a drawing that took up one full page inside, she blinked in surprise. The picture's caption had it as Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy at Netherfield Park. The drawing of Mr. Darcy, however, spooked her. She studied it closely and noticed the similarities between Darcy and Flynn. There were a few characters in the background that seemed to resemble the other members of the Time Team.

She thought back on the day she had returned to the team. Quinn and Rowan had taken her back to the Austen's homestead to fetch the time team. She chuckled as she finally made the connection. She set the book on her nightstand, feeling the need to read it again to see how much Flynn influenced the author.

As she set the book on the nightstand, something caught her attention. A small corner of a book peeked out from under the mattress. Her brows knitted together as she reached for it, tugging it out from its hiding place. She stared at the worn black leather-bound journal. On the bottom right-hand corner was a silver embossed monogram. She ran her finger over the letters as she muttered, "CRQRT…"

Tenley sat down on the edge of her bed, contemplating whether she should open the journal or not. She knew whoever put the book under her mattress knew she'd find it - that she'd take this particular room. She had no idea what those letters meant or who they represented. It scared her to think about the contents within.

She closed her eyes, wondering what to do. She swallowed her nerves, taking a shaky breath in. Opening her eyes as she exhaled, she opened the book cover. She blinked back the confusion as she recognized the handwriting. It was hers.

Her heart slammed into her chest as she stared at the handwriting. She hadn't even begun the process of reading what was written on the page. She struggled to shake off the shock of it being her book. She blew out another shaky sigh and forced herself to focus on the words.

'Keep calm. I know it's scary but you need to read this.'

Tenley twisted her lips as she thought about her next move. Deciding she had the time, and essentially the permission from her future self, she turned the cover page and began to read.

1588

The team found themselves behind solid iron bars within a small well-made wooden building with some of the colonials keeping guard. The men would come and go from the jail, taking breaks outside of the building, giving the team a chance to speak in hushed tones to one another.

"What are we going to do?" Rufus whispered. "We have no idea what happens here-"

"Or when," Lucy added as she sat on the cot with a heavy sigh.

Rufus nodded, pointing to Lucy. "Or when, so…" he turned to Flynn and Wyatt, "anytime you guys want to do some thrilling heroics, I'm waiting."

Flynn leaned against the wall of the cell, listening to them. He knew jails like this were pretty well built considering the times. He found a great interest in watching Wyatt as he tugged on the bars then tried to lift them out of their place fruitlessly. He shook his head. "You're wasting your time."

"I don't see you trying to get us out of here," Wyatt growled at him as he continued to tug on the bars with the occasional strained grunt.

"Because it would be a mistake," Flynn told him. "If you haven't noticed, there's only one way in and out of here," he pointed to the door, "and they sit out on the front step. So, unless you're planning on taking out the entire colony…"

"I just need to get us out of this damned cell," Wyatt grunted as he tried to lift the bars again, "get my gun back and find the sleeper-"

"Assuming there's one here," Flynn told him with a half shrug.

The door opened and Rufus's eyes widened. "Oh, there's definitely a sleeper here." Wyatt and Lucy looked at Rufus and Flynn. Based on their expressions, they knew these men.

Entering the jail to face the team, Flynn and Rufus recognized the four as the Bloodstone sleepers they had encountered on the beach at Jamestown. The four smiled at the team, seemingly proud they had managed to capture them.

The leader of the four took a step forward, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, well. This is a surprise."

"You know of these strangers, sir?" one of the colonials asked from the doorway, his wary eyes bouncing between the two groups.

The man chuckled. "I do," he replied, never taking his eyes from the team. "They are very dangerous people. It was serendipitous of you to have captured them."

"Serend….what?" the man asked, unsure of the word.

The Bloodstone man rolled his eyes, glancing over his shoulder. "Good luck," he clarified. "Will you give us a moment?"

The man nodded, closing the door behind him as he stepped back outside.

The Bloodstone man turned back to face them. "I have to say, I wasn't expecting you lot so soon," he confessed. "I had expected you to try and save the little Indian princess at Jamestown some years from now."

"What do you want from us?" Wyatt challenged him.

The man laughed. "I don't want anything from you," he told them. He smirked and raised a finger to his lips, tapping them. "Actually," he started, a slight chuckle escaped his lips, "That's not true." He held Wyatt's angry gaze and added, "I want you to rot in this cell and give historians a headache as they try to understand how four individuals locked in a jail cell were the sole survivors of this lost colony."

"What are you going to do here?" Lucy asked, standing up from the cot and approaching the bars. "What will you do to the people here?"

"I'm not going to do anything," the man said, placing his hand on his chest. "I'm just following orders, like yourselves." He started to approach the bars, making sure to stay just out of reach. "The difference is I will succeed whereas you will not."

Wyatt tried to reach out and grab the man, finding his reach short. He pulled back, scoffing at the man. The man's lips curved into a sly smile.

The man turned, motioning for the others to make their way out of the building. He glanced over his shoulder and added, "I'll be sure to send your regards to my boss."

"What does Reynolds want here?" Wyatt shouted. "Tell us!"

The man stopped, eyes narrowing on Wyatt. "I don't know a Reynolds."

"Then who is your boss?"

The man chuckled. "You'll know soon enough." Without letting them shout any more questions at him, the man left, slamming the wooden door closed behind him.

"Well," Rufus sighed. "That was fun and a complete waste of our time."

Lucy turned to Flynn. "You know those men?"

Flynn nodded. "Those four were there when we separated at Jamestown. They were on the beach that night-"

"When he was attacked by The Mountain," Rufus chimed in.

Flynn's lips pressed into a thin line, motioning over to Rufus as a gesture of acknowledging the statement. "You brought the natives back and they took care of them for us, remember?"

Lucy thought for a moment, suddenly remembering the information she read when they returned. "They were hanged for treason after we left."

Flynn nodded. "Which means, whatever happens here, they're a part of it."

"But I don't understand it...what does Bloodstone want here?" Lucy asked. "Why would they be here of all places? It doesn't make sense…"

Wyatt sighed heavily. "Unless they are responsible for this becoming a lost colony." He turned to face the others who seemed stunned by his words. "Think about it. What other explanation is there?"

Lucy sat back down on the cot, thinking. "There has to be another explanation…"

"Maybe this is another distraction," Rufus offered. "They've done that before."

Flynn sighed, glancing out of the window near the door. "It's getting dark soon. Let's wait and see if we can't get some information from the colonials."

"Yes," Rufus muttered, "Let's make friends with the locals and hope they'll help us… fantastic plan."

Flynn shook his head, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the bars.