A/N: Thank you, fritzen and TimelessBadger, for your reviews. I appreciate all of it! I'm working on wrapping it up, so you should start seeing answers. Thank you so much, I really do mean that and appreciate everything. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Present Day

Mason sat at the computer in the control room as the alarm chimed overhead, alerting everyone inside the bunker to the returning team. Agent Christopher stood behind him, her hand resting on the back of the chair, eyes trained through the window at the landing pad.

Within moments of the alarm sounding, the Lifeboat followed by the dark Mothership landed side by side, narrowly missing the parked white Mothership. The blast of air from both machines landing at the same time rattled the window, creating a minor crack to form at the bottom left corner.

Agent Christopher and Mason entered the landing room, anticipating both teams' exit. As the doors opened, each team exchanged curious glances. Tenley stopped in her tracks at the sight of both Rowan and Flynn.

"What happened?" Agent Christopher questioned them.

Flynn's eyes darted over to the other team, brows drawing together in confusion. "I was about to ask the same thing…"

Mason quickly explained, "As soon as you left for 1822, Rittenhouse jumped again to 1781 - "

"And you sent another team?" Flynn growled.

Agent Christopher held her hand up, keeping the peace before it could explode into a fight. "We can discuss all of that after we get everyone checked out," she stated, eyes bouncing over to Tenley. She scanned the length of the doctor to see if she was wounded beyond the scrapes she sported.

Tenley's eyes lifted to meet Denise's and she shook her head, silently telling her she was fine. "Let's go…" she sighed to the others, motioning her hands out to the side in defeat.

Once everyone was situated inside the infirmary, Tenley began assessing everyone's needs with Jiya's help who was listening carefully to the doctor's instructions on how best to aid everyone.

As Jiya helped clean up Rowan's head laceration, Tenley worked on Flynn's pierced thigh, which wasn't as deep as it seemed on the first examination. Quinn admitted he had a couple of bullet grazes and a superficial wound on the left calf that could wait.

Agent Christopher said, "Let's begin with the first team," she turned to Lucy, "What happened?"

Lucy explained what took place in 1822 as best as she could, including how they thought they were there for Jedediah Smith's expedition into the wilderness but it turned out to be something more sinister. She admitted to being the reason the team got separated in the first place which resulted in Rowan and Flynn returning hurt.

"Who was behind the murders? Do we know?" Agent Christopher asked, turning her attention over to Rowan and Flynn.

Rowan opened his mouth to answer but Flynn groaned, "It was a trap..." His eyes lifted to see the others staring at him in stunned silence. He grimaced as Tenley continued to work on his thigh. "The murderer didn't belong in that time…"

"How do you know that?" Wyatt questioned. "Lucy never saw the guy - "

"Because I recognized the man," Flynn admitted.

The room fell silent. Tenley and Jiya stopped working to stare at him. Agent Christopher asked, "What do you mean you recognized him? From history books or - "

Flynn shook his head. "When you 'lovely' people put me in prison," he explained, "and I was stabbed by that Rittenhouse agent?" He saw their expressions shift to guilt at the memory; he continued, "The man who stabbed me in prison was the same man we found in 1822."

"That's not possible," Wyatt retorted. "How the hell would Rittenhouse manage to remove someone in prison from the present and send them into the past without anyone noticing?"

Flynn's lips pressed into a thin line as he asked, "Does the name Jose Dorangel Gomez ring any bells?"

When the room fell silent, Lucy's mouth parted as a small gasp escaped her lips. "Wait...the Dorangel Gomez?" she asked. When Flynn nodded, Lucy's eyes bounced around the room before explaining, "He's a...was...a serial killer in Venezuela. He would attack unsuspecting men and eat them - "

"Very Hannibal Lector of him," Rufus stated.

Lucy confirmed, "He was known as the Hannibal Lector of the Andes...he ended up in prison where he started a riot, killed two men, and served them up to other inmates."

Rufus shuddered visibly, moaning in discomfort at the imagery. "Secret's in the sauce," he muttered the movie quote under his breath.

Lucy turned back to Flynn. "How did he end up in the same prison as you though?" she asked. "He was imprisoned in Venezuela…"

"How does Rittenhouse do anything?" Flynn countered, shrugging as he gazed at the others. "I know who I saw...I recognized him."

Agent Christopher tilted her head slightly. "I don't recall anyone by that name," she admitted. "I'll have to do some digging around." Her eyes bounced between the others and asked, "So, your mission was a red herring, then?"

Rowan nodded. "Aye," he confirmed. "I think it's quite possible they wanted to kill us back there."

Denise sighed, turning to Quinn. "What about you?"

Quinn's jaw tensed. "I think we had a similar situation."

"You had a Hannibal Lecter too?" Rufus gaped.

Quinn shook his head, noticing the other members in the room rolling their eyes at the remark. Quinn explained, "I meant that it was also a trap."

Quinn explained what happened from the moment they appeared on the Isle to Wyatt and Jiya's capture all the way to the gunfight on the shore. He mentioned the modern guns the enemy used. "Rachel Wall and her companion mentioned another man named George being behind it all."

Wyatt nodded as he offered, "She said George was a visionary."

"A what now?" Rowan asked, turning his attention to Wyatt. Quinn stood straighter at the comment, waiting for Wyatt's answer but ultimately didn't appear surprised.

Wyatt nodded as Jiya confirmed the remark. "She said this guy knew things about her," Jiya said. "Told her we were coming…" she glanced at Agent Christopher, "this guy had to have been from the future."

"Did you ever find this George fellow?" Denise asked, glancing at the team. When they shook their heads, she sighed. "Okay… get some rest - "

Mason raised his hand, gaining the attention of those in the room. "Might I ask," he began, turning to Lucy, "What's so special about April 5th?"

Lucy's brows knitted together. "Is that supposed to mean something?"

Mason explained, motioning to the second team, "They also traveled to April 5th...I didn't know if there was some connection to the date we should be aware of."

Lucy glanced at the rest of them, eyes darting around as she thought it over. She exhaled sharply. "I'd need some time to think about it."

Denise nodded. "Okay," she said. "Get some rest. You need it. We'll continue this later." Agent Christopher ushered the members of the teams who were not injured in some way out of the infirmary, leaving Rowan, Quinn, and Flynn behind with Tenley.

Tenley turned back to Flynn's leg, wrapping a fresh bandage around the cleaned and stitched-up wound. Flynn gritted his teeth, growling slightly as he lifted his leg for her. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Flynn spotted the brothers speaking in hushed tones across the room as they waited for Tenley. He dropped his voice low to ask, "Are you okay?"

Her eyes lifted to meet him. "I should be asking you that."

"Well," he grunted, lowering his bandaged leg down after she completed her task, "I asked first."

She gave him a mildly amused glance. "I'm fine."

He studied her for a moment, taking in the scrapes on her face as he noticed the wave of thoughts racing in her mind. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

She sighed, turning her attention over to his hand. "I…" she shook her head slightly, "I'm tired."

Flynn never tore his gaze away from her. He could see the truth behind the words she spoke but he knew there was a hidden meaning lingering in the air. "Nine," he whispered.

"I'm fine," she repeated, holding his disbelieving gaze. "I'm tired. I'm worried about everyone and what's coming…"

"You're behaving like there's more to it than just that," he pointed out. "Did something happen on your mission?"

She forced a small smile, doing her best to reassure him otherwise, despite the pain it inflicted on her heart to lie. She knew he saw through this particular act but she couldn't bring herself to admit what she was thinking. She didn't want him to act irrationally or go charging back into the Mothership to head into the past. It wouldn't do any good for anyone - especially considering she wasn't even sure what she saw before the doors to the time machine closed was true.

She finished cleaning and wrapping up his sliced hand, eyeing him carefully in search of other wounds. When she didn't see any, she gave him a small plastic cup with pills. "Antibiotics," she told him. "I'll come by later to give you the next dose."

Flynn jutted his jaw out, showing his frustration. He took the cup, tossing the pills back, swallowing hard before handing it back. His lips were pressed into a thin line. She knew he was mad.

She offered a cane toward him but he brushed by her without taking it. Tenley watched him as he hobbled out of the infirmary, never looking back at her. She released a heavy sigh, wondering if this was the beginning of the end for them.

"Trouble in paradise?" Quinn asked.

Tenley turned to see Quinn standing directly behind her, his dark eyes trained on the door where Flynn just exited. She licked her lips, giving him a half-hearted shrug. "I…" a heavy sigh escaped her lips, "I don't think we're going to survive this."

Quinn's brows drew together as his eyes flitted over to her. "Have faith," he reassured her. "The two of ye will be just fine."

"How do you know?" she asked. "How are you so confident when I'm having doubts?"

"Because there are some things I just know," he told her. "Now…" he motioned over his shoulder to where Rowan sat, "let's get him patched up, yeah?"

Across the bunker, Lucy walked down the hallway to the main room, her nose buried in the book The Lost Colony. She was nearly finished with the story and knew she missed important details hidden within. She desperately needed coffee before she began dissecting the content.

As she reached the kitchen window, she grabbed a clean blue mug off the serving window, filling it to the brim. She picked it up carefully, sipping the hot brew tentatively as she meandered over to the table.

Once she found a comfortable place to curl up in, she set her things down and continued reading. The story itself continued to be fictional but some moments felt strangely familiar to her.

"How do you like that story so far?" a small voice spoke beside Lucy.

Glancing over, she saw little Wren smiling wide at her, his eyes glittering with anticipation as he waited for her answer. Lucy returned the enthusiastic smile as she admitted, "It's quite the tale."

Wren climbed into a chair beside her at the table. "What's been your favourite part?"

Lucy's lips curled with amusement as she watched him. "I'm not sure yet," she said. "What's your favorite?"

Wren pulled his legs under him, lifting him higher to peek at the open book on the table. "The pictures," he said. "The author drew them so well...I think I'm there."

She smiled, turning back a few pages to a picture. "How do you know the author drew them?"

"It was at the back in the author section," he told her. "Did you see the hidden images within the pictures?" Thinking back to the picture of the house with the hidden bodies, Lucy nodded. "All of them?"

Lucy watched Wren for a moment as he flipped through the book, stopping to look at the pictures occasionally. She asked, "Where's your friend?"

Wren's brows drew together as he lifted his gaze from the book. "Who?"

"The woman from earlier."

"Oh!" Wren laughed. "You mean Poppy? She's around." Before Lucy could retort, he turned the book back to her. "See here? This house doesn't look like it belongs in that colony."

Lucy's eyes drifted back to the book. Wren was right. The house on the page was a three-story brick home with trees surrounding it, a circular bench built around the trunk of the largest oak in front. The shudders on the house were opened wide, making it look more appealing and welcoming. Behind the house sat a small farm.

The longer she stared at the picture, the more it looked familiar to her. She couldn't place her finger on why but it was on the tip of her tongue. Finally, she asked, "Is this the only picture that doesn't fit?"

Wren shook his head, flipping forward again through pages Lucy hadn't gotten to yet. He stopped on another, showing the picture. "This one sort of creeps me out."

The image on the page was that of an old brick-style house with a small bell tower on the roof. It had a hazy nature to the image, giving it a fog-like smudge. Lucy's eyes darted about the picture, noticing the beach grass and familiarity with the place. She never was one to feel a sense of deja vu but at this moment, that's exactly how she felt.

"Are you all right?" Wren asked, breaking Lucy out of her trance.

"Hmm?" Lucy hummed. "Oh, yes. I'm fine, thanks."

"You certain?" Wren asked, his expression growing concerned as he stared at her. "You're looking quite ill."

Lucy forced a smile. "Of course, I am."

Wren shrugged, shifting in his seat. "It's a shame this author didn't get a chance to write more," he stated. "I really enjoyed his work."

Lucy's head tilted to the side. "What do you mean he didn't get a chance? What happened to him?"

Wren flipped to the back of the book to the 'author's' section. He pointed to the pages and opened his mouth to speak when another voice spoke nearby, "Wren? It's time to go." The two glanced over to see an older woman - not Poppy - waiting for him.

Wren groaned, rolling his eyes as he looked at Lucy. "I have to go now," he moaned. "I'll find you again sometime!" He hopped off the chair, waving slightly to Lucy as he marched over to the awaiting older woman.

Once she was alone again, Lucy grabbed the book, sliding it closer to her. There was a crude drawing of the author - clearly not done by the man himself. She scanned the words in the about section.

"Little is known about R. Elderson - a man before his time. With a passion for art and travel, he never stayed in one place for too long. After writing The Lost Colony, R. Elderson seemed to completely disappear from society until 1797 when he was found slaughtered in a modest farmhouse outside Steventon. May God rest his soul."

Lucy stared at the words on the page, mind racing with ideas and theories. She jumped slightly as Rufus's voice spoke directly over her shoulder, "That's a terrible picture."

Placing a hand on her chest from the startle, she glared up at him. "What?"

Rufus motioned to the open book in front of her. "That drawing is terrible," he repeated. "It kind of reminds me of those 'wanted' posters of us forever ago."

Lucy's expression fell with realization. Her head whipped around to the book. "Rufus," she began, her voice low, "you're a genius!"

"Naturally," he replied with a chuckle before her words processed in his mind and confusion took the amusement's place. "Wait, why?"

Without saying another word, Lucy scooped the book up and briskly walked back to her room. She had kept those wanted posters from that mission and needed to compare them with the book.

Finally, after spending what felt like a lifetime with the book, she felt like she had a breakthrough.