A/N: Thank you, fritzen and TimelessBadger, for your comments and reviews. I am honored you've stuck with me throughout this whole crazy thing. I appreciate you so much. Thank you for your kind words, for reading, and everything. We only have one more chapter to go after this. Enjoy!

An hour of searching later, Wyatt and Lucy rushed down the hall with Rufus and Jiya close behind. The moment they reached the T intersection, they split off, going in opposite directions to continue searching for the boy. Agent Christopher and Mason had gone together to search through the living quarters again.

"Where the hell is this kid?" Wyatt complained. "There's only so many places he could be - "

"It's a big bunker," she reminded him. "We might have just missed him - "

"For an hour?" Wyatt retorted in disbelief. They rounded the corner to the adjacent hallway and Wyatt muttered, "I can't believe we've been so - "

Lucy grabbed his hand to calm his rising anger. "We've figured it out...that's all that matters now."

"We haven't figured it all out though," he complained.

"It's a start," she reassured him as they rounded the corner into the main living area. Her eyes scanned the room and immediately landed on the familiar frame of the young boy in the reading nook.

Wren sat alone on the couch, a thick book splayed open on his lap. He was so immersed in the story he was reading, he didn't hear or see their approach until Lucy knelt beside him. His eyes fluttered over to meet hers and a wide smile erupted on his face. "Lucy! I'm so happy to see you!"

"Wren?" Lucy started. "I need you to come with me…"

His brows drew together slightly at her request. "It's time, isn't it?"

"Time for what?" she asked, tilting her head at him in confusion.

"You've discovered the truth, haven't you?" he asked, glancing past her shoulder to take in Wyatt's rigid form. Dropping his voice to a whisper, he asked, "He's not going to hurt me, is he?"

She shook her head. "Of course not...we just want to talk to you."

Wren set his book down on the coffee table with a gentle thud, giving Lucy a chance to sneak a peek at the title. The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe. After slipping off the couch, Wren grabbed Lucy's hand, walking beside her to the infirmary, where the others would have gathered.

Wyatt's blue eyes never left the boy as he followed them down the hall. He didn't trust this kid - despite his cute innocent appearance - he simply worried this could be another one of Reynolds's traps or even a weapon they hadn't considered before.

One thing was certain as Wyatt trailed behind - he refused to be taken off guard again. In his mind, everyone was a suspect and everything was a potential motive in Reynolds's endgame. Until it was over and Reynolds was dead, he wouldn't rest.

In the infirmary, Agent Christopher, Connor Mason, Rufus, and Jiya had returned with no success. It wasn't a long wait until the door opened and Wyatt, Lucy, and Wren entered.

Lucy escorted the boy to the examination table, lifting him with relative ease to help him up. She smiled warmly at him as he sat there, wide eyes darting about those gathered.

Agent Christopher smiled warmly at him. "Hello again, Wren."

He smiled back. "Hello."

Agent Christopher looked around the room. "Where are the others?"

Those present shrugged, glancing at each other, expecting someone to know. Wyatt finally waved the comment aside. "Let's just get this over with. We can fill them in later." Agent Christopher nodded before turning back to Wren.

"We need your help," she told him. He nodded and his unruly curls bobbed against his face as he waited for her to continue. She inhaled deeply before asking, "Do you know why we want to talk to you?"

"Does it have something to do with the book?" he asked, eyes drifting over to Lucy. "Did you find all of the hidden clues?"

Denise smiled, nodding. "Something like that, yes."

"Then you already know everything there is to know!" he exclaimed proudly, folding his hands into his lap.

Agent Christopher shook her head. "I'm afraid, it's not that easy-"

"Of course it is," he told her.

Wyatt shifted his weight onto the other leg, arms crossed over his chest as he interjected, "We need to know where Reynolds is," Wren's eyes darted over as Wyatt continued, "We have to find him and stop him before it's too late."

Agent Christopher licked her lips, trying to calm the situation. "Your friend, Poppy -"

"She's not my friend," Wren said quickly. "She's just my nanny and aunt."

"Just great..." Wyatt mumbled, shaking his head before snapping his gaze back to the kid as the words sunk into his mind. "You knew she was your aunt?"

Wren nodded. Agent Christopher asked, "What about your mother?"

"She died a very long time ago," Wren stated.

Mason asked, "When exactly?"

Without skipping a beat, Wren stated, "1841."

"1841?!" Rufus gaped, his eyes bouncing over to Lucy.

Lucy's eyes fluttered closed as she thought over the year in question. The moment she figured it out, she sighed. "Of course…" she turned her gaze to the rest of the team, "That's the year Hazel Drew...I mean…'Mary Cecelia Rogers' was killed." She turned to Wren and asked, "Did you know that was your mother the whole time?"

Wren nodded. "No one asked," he said with a shrug. "All I ever get is an apology when people learn she died a long time ago…"

Rufus muttered, "It usually helps when you mention just how long ago…"

Ignoring Rufus, Agent Christopher turned back to Wren. "Wren? It's very important if you can tell us anything you can - "

"About what?" he asked innocently.

"About Reynolds," she stated. "Where he might be, what he plans to do…"

Wyatt scoffed, motioning toward the child. "You're assuming he even knows anything - "

Wren didn't bat an eyelash. "Of course I know where he is," he said. "He's my da." The room fell into a stunned silence at his admittance.

"Where is he, Wren?" Lucy begged. "We have to know…"

Wren stared at them for a moment, taking each one of their expressions in, almost like he was reading them like a book. He seemed oddly at ease. It was nearly unsettling to them.

The alarm to the bunker sounded overhead, telling the team about an active traveler. Agent Christopher started to leave when Lucy asked, "What about Wren?"

"Might as well bring him along," Agent Christopher told her as she rushed out of the room, the others following. Lucy grabbed his hand, leading him toward the control room, several feet behind the others.

As the group approached the control room, they spotted Rowan slowly sitting up from the hallway floor, clutching the side of his head. Jiya rushed over, slumping to her knees to check him. His stormy blue eyes shot up startled as he blinked at the approaching team, a small trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his brow.

"What happened?" Agent Christopher asked. Her eyes lifted to the landing pad to see the white Mothership gone. "Where's the time machine? Where did they go?"

Rowan groaned. "It's complicated - "

"Uncomplicate it!" Wyatt shouted at him, glaring at the man with contempt.

Jiya's brows drew together as she glanced up at Wyatt, feeling like his anger was misdirected. Rowan lifted his eyes slowly to Wyatt. "I was jumped - "

"By who?" Wyatt demanded to know.

Wren slipped his hand away from Lucy, stepping forward. "Poppy," the boy answered. When all eyes, including Rowan's, turned to the kid, he held Rowan's gaze and asked, "Correct?"

Rowan blinked at the kid. "Aye," he turned back to Wyatt and Agent Christopher, "she escaped from the interrogation room and struck me."

"Well," Wyatt seethed, "Thanks to you, she stole one of the machines!" He motioned toward the landing pad. "Rittenhouse has a time machine again!"

Mason's head cocked to the side in thought. "She needed a pilot."

"What?" Wyatt asked as the room fell silent.

Mason looked at the mix of emotions on the others' expressions. "If she was a pilot, she would have grabbed one a long time ago…" he shook his head, "no...she needed a pilot."

Jiya's head snapped up, scanning the area. "Where's Quinn?"

"Quinn?" Rufus muttered. "What about Flynn and Tenley?"

Agent Christopher sighed. "Okay, let's see where they've gone first," she ordered as she headed for the control room.

As the others followed her behind, Wren stopped beside Rowan, staring deep into his eyes. "I know what you're planning on doing," the kid whispered. "And I cannot allow you to do it."

"It has to be done," Rowan whispered back.

"You have to live," Wren replied. "You're far too important to die now."

Rowan shook his head. "I have to - "

Wren placed his small hand on the side of Rowan's face. "I shall carry your burden," he said. "Besides, I've seen what will happen if you die."

"And what about ye?" Rowan asked. "Ye don't know how to pilot - "

"I do, actually," Wren admitted. He gave Rowan a moment to collect himself as he continued, "I've known for some time now…" lowering his hand from Rowan's face, he said, "Do not be afraid for me. I know who and what I am. I know why I exist and I cannot be allowed to continue."

Rowan blinked at the kid. "Why didn't ye say anything earlier?"

"No one would have believed me," Wren admitted. "I have to go now. I have to end the bloodline for good...and do my part in making sure you," he glanced over his shoulder to the team in the control room, "and the others survive," he turned back to Rowan, "Fair well, Rowan. Live a long and happy life...for the both of us."

Before Rowan could stop him, Wren slipped into the landing pad. Rowan watched from his place on the floor as Wren climbed into the dark Mothership, closing the door behind him. The machine whirred to life.

"Hey!" Wyatt shouted. "He's leaving!"

The moment the team turned to try and stop the machine, their stunned expressions locked onto Rowan, who hadn't moved from the floor. Wyatt's mouth fell open as he blinked at him. "Wait...who's...?"

"Where's Wren?" Lucy asked.

"That child is piloting the Mothership?" Mason balked, turning back into the control room.

The team piled into the control room just as the Mothership disappeared. Jiya typed madly at the keyboard as she said, "Okay! I've got both machines!"

The screen flickered slightly as the two blips appeared on the map. Wyatt pointed to them. "Wait a minute," he said. "Aren't those the locations for the Rittenhouse and Bloodstone bases?"

"He lied to us?" Rufus gasped.

An alarm sounded on the computer and Jiya set to work to bring up the corresponding screen. Agent Christopher asked, "What is it?"

Jiya shook her head. "I don't know...the whole system is going haywire…"

The blips on the screen grew in size before the whole computer system snapped, spraying sparks from the mainframe. The team shrieked, backing away from the console as it continued to spark madly. Smoke plumes billowed out from the inside.

Rufus rushed to find a fire extinguisher, returning to spray the computers with white foam. When he finished, he blinked at the charred remains. "What...what the hell happened?" His eyes drifted over to Jiya and widened. "Are you okay?"

The left side of Jiya's lip was bleeding. After wiping away the blood, grimacing at the pain it left behind from doing so, she muttered, "Accidents happen?"

Rufus's chest tightened as he recalled the time when he saw that scar on her lip - on Future Jiya back when they first arrived in Steventon. She said the exact same thing to him when he asked her about it then.

Jiya pushed her way into the hidden control room to check the systems there. After a moment, she said, "The whole mainframe for this bunker has been destroyed. I don't have access to our mission files or where they..." she typed madly before pausing, "Oh my God…"

"What is it?" Agent Christopher asked, stepping inside with the others trailing behind. She held a handkerchief out for Jiya's lip, waiting for an answer.

Jiya tore her eyes away from the screen. "The two locations with the bases? They've been obliterated…" her mouth remained parted in shock, "rescue crews have been dispatched but they don't believe they'll find any survivors for miles…" Jiya took the handkerchief, slowly bringing it to her lip as she sat in stunned silence with the rest of them.

Rowan braced himself against the doorjamb, peering inside. Wyatt heard his shuffling to the door and stormed over to him. He grabbed Rowan by the shirt, pushing him back until they slammed into the wall.

"Wyatt!" Lucy shouted at him.

Wyatt ignored Lucy as he growled at Rowan. "What did you do!? What did you do!?"

"I didn't do anything - " Rowan told him.

Wyatt slammed Rowan against the wall again. "You're a damned liar! Start talking!"

Agent Christopher shouted over him, "Wyatt! Stand down!"

"No!" he shouted back over his shoulder. "He knows what happened and it's time he spilled everything!"

Agent Christopher grabbed Wyatt's shoulder, tugging him away from Rowan. "Wyatt! Stand down!"

He jerked his arm away from her as he tried to get his hold back on Rowan. Rufus grabbed him, pulling him away. Agent Christopher kept her hand out to keep him at bay as she glanced between the two. Rowan didn't move from his place against the wall.

"Now," Agent Christopher began, "let's try this again...what happened?" She turned her gaze over to Rowan. "Where did they go?"

Rowan sighed, his shoulders slumping forward. "To finish it…"

"Finish what?" Denise pushed.

"Everything," he replied. "Rittenhouse. Bloodstone. Reynolds… all of it."

"The explosions - "

Rowan's eyes drifted over to Mason which didn't go unnoticed by the others. As the others turned to Mason, he admitted, "We blew them up."

"What?!" Rufus and Jiya gasped, staring wide-eyed at Mason.

Rufus's mouth hung open as he stammered, "Y-You mean you willingly blew up your machines?!"

Mason nodded, shifting in place. "Unfortunately," he began. "I knew this was coming for some time now…"

"You...what?" Wyatt asked, blinking at him in shock.

Mason nodded. "It was written in Future Rufus's journal." His eyes darted about the team. "I helped Rowan install the bombs on each of the Motherships." Another silence befell the room.

"So…" Lucy started, paling at the thought, "that means...Wren just…"

"Sacrificed himself for me," Rowan said solemnly, "Aye…"

Lucy's hand flew to her lips, holding back a sob, "Oh my God...Tenley! Flynn!" Tears formed quickly behind her eyes. "They were with Quinn and -"

Rowan shook his head. "No…" he interrupted her. "They weren't."

Agent Christopher held Rowan's gaze. "You best tell us what happened...now…"

Rowan inhaled deeply, his eyes drifting across the faces staring back at him. He nodded aimlessly in agreement.