A Different Kind of Woman
A/N #1: To those readers waiting patiently for a "Yellow Rose of Texas" update, in addition to this story, I have been working on it off and on the past couple weeks, with about half of chapter 13 written, so hopefully it won't be too much longer until we find out what happens at the Brady mid-winter social...
"It's usually our opposites who complement us best, because they're the only ones who can balance us out." - Unknown
Tiredly resting his forehead against the shower wall, he closed his eyes and groaned blissfully as the steaming, pounding water began to sooth the tightly knotted muscles in his neck and shoulders. Every single part of Wyatt Logan seemed to ache...though oddly enough, as was usually the case since he'd started traveling through time, it wasn't his body that had taken a beating during this particularly stressful mission, it was his emotions.
As a highly-trained, battle-seasoned career soldier, he was expected to put aside dangerous distractions like feelings in order to perform his duties to the absolute best of his abilities. Wyatt grimaced. He honestly couldn't recall the last time he'd succeeded 100 percent on that front since being flown up from Pendleton and reporting for duty at Mason Industries. Didn't take much imagination on his part to figure out the reason was a hot brunette who stood around 5'4" and had been a major pain in his ass since the night they met. (Except, to Wyatt's chagrin, the last portion of that statement wasn't wholly true.)
Whatever this was between Wyatt and Lucy had been building steadily for months, and no matter how hard he tried to deny it, those feelings appeared to be growing stronger by the day. Even worse, on occasion, they definitely threatened to compromise a mission. While never really comfortable putting a "label" on any of his emotions, Wyatt could privately admit to himself that what he felt for his pretty teammate was so much more than camaraderie and friendship. Which kinda made him crazy, because exactly when Lucy Preston had become so important, so increasingly vital for his happiness, he had no freaking idea.
After only a few short months working together, somehow the woman had managed to get under his skin and past his usually impenetrable defenses. Wyatt often found himself torn between wonder and alarm at how attached he was becoming to Lucy, despite his vow to never get involved with another woman after tragically losing Jess.
What was it about her that got to him? Yes, she was very attractive, all big, expressive eyes and thick, shiny dark hair, and being a male with decent eyesight, he never failed to notice that her petite, nicely curved figure managed to look quite appealing no matter what historically-correct outfit she wore during their missions.
Hadn't taken Wyatt long to figure out, however, there was a hell of a lot more to the professor than her pleasing physical appearance. Lucy Preston possessed a formidable intelligence, always rattling off historical facts with an admirable ease he'd come to respect–and count on, more often than not, if the truth be told. Something else he appreciated about Lucy was her fierce, unshakable loyalty to him and Rufus. She might not come from a military background, but the woman was definitely a team player, something the soldier in Wyatt greatly valued.
In hindsight (which was always 20/20), the two of them ending up in a personal relationship of some kind was likely inevitable, given the enormous amount of time he and the professor spent together, almost always in intense, often life-threatening situations which depended heavily on a certain amount of trust and a special type of intimacy between members of the team. Unfortunately, the very nature of these perilous missions tended to isolate the trio from everyone around them, no matter how well-informed the others were in theory about the mechanics of time travel. (A frightening reminder of this was forcefully driven home today when Jiya had mysteriously fallen gravely ill from traveling in the three-seater Lifeboat with them.)
Yeah, he, Lucy and Rufus shared an intense bond like no other Wyatt had ever experienced over his many years of military service, and while he'd come to respect and care for both of them very much in a short period of time, Lucy was special to him-definitely in a class all her own. As for the historian's feelings towards him? That actually turned out to be not quite as difficult to comprehend.
Of course, it had admittedly been some time (like years) since Wyatt had even dated a woman who wasn't his wife, but still, there were some things a guy just instinctively knew. Tiny little 'tells,' if you will, that most people unconsciously give off when they're attracted to someone-kinda like an invisible vibe or something. Which meant that whether or not she was even aware of it, without saying a single word, Lucy's body language alone betrayed at least some of her emotions when it came to him...
The sweet, wistful smiles she bestowed on Wyatt, which were definitely not shared with the other member of their team...
A certain softness in those dark amber eyes at times Lucy was unable to mask...especially when she thought he wasn't paying attention...
The occasional gentle touch of her small hand on his body...something Wyatt had come to enjoy (and even anticipate) a lot...perhaps more than he should...
Little things (perhaps even insignificant to some guys), to be sure. Yet when taken all together, only served to confirm his suspicions that his pretty teammate had possibly begun to develop serious feelings for Wyatt–and flattering as it was, he wasn't quite certain how to deal with any of it. His head was well aware nothing but trouble came of indulging his masculine ego this way, but the rest of him?
Apparently that memo went unread, since hell, yeah, he couldn't deny there was a big part of him more than a little interested-and unbelievably tempted-because if Wyatt were being brutally honest with himself, he had been attracted to the college professor almost from the start. Dr. Lucy Preston, historian and anthropologist at the prestigious Stanford University, was like no other woman he'd ever met. She was intelligent, brave, passionate, and damn easy on the eyes–truly most men's idea of the perfect woman. (Come to think of it, probably half the guys in his DF unit would willingly give up their freedom for even a shot at being with someone like Lucy.)
Funny thing was, on paper, the two of them couldn't have been more different in personality, background, and life experiences. Somehow, though, it seemed to him as if each mission since that first one only served to draw the two of them closer together in some way or another (like reckless kisses in front of infamous outlaws Bonnie and Clyde). Wyatt had worked side by side in the military with numerous smart, good-looking females before and never experienced feelings like this for any of them. From their very first meeting in the lounge at Mason, when her soft voice scolded him about calling her, "Ma'am" and he'd opened his eyes to see a young woman around his own age with flashing dark eyes and lots of wavy black hair, full pink lips pressed together in transparent disapproval, there had been an undeniable something in the air between them...
All of this eventually led to the circumstances he now found himself in. Wyatt would've gladly traded a few bumps and bruises (or even a bullet hole or two) for the intense, gnawing fear and worry tearing him up right now. What the hell had he been he thinking? He should've stood his ground back in that damn warehouse...should never have agreed to Lucy's well-meant but impulsive and utterly dangerous idea...
Flashback
February 1954
Washington, D.C.
"Lucy, no...no way," Wyatt's harsh whisper echoed around the empty, freezing warehouse on the outskirts of the nation's capitol. Even as a tiny part of him admired the way she bravely held her ground against his predictably furious reaction, Wyatt's heart fell at the bitter realization that the Lucy Preston he'd come to know (and deeply care for) would never in a million years suggest such a crazy idea-unless she truly believed it was absolutely necessary for the success of their plan that her grandfather witness the Lifeboat's departure for himself.
Regrettably, there was more on the line at the moment than securing a justifiably incredulous Ethan Cahill's cooperation. Practically from the moment the four of them followed Flynn to 1954, something had been drastically wrong with Jiya, and she needed to return to 2017 and modern medical attention ASAP. Honestly, it was a miracle an increasingly terrified Rufus hadn't already closed the hatch and left both their asses behind.
While the emotionless, strictly tactical part of Wyatt's brain might grudgingly see the merits in the team leaving Lucy behind (and with Garcia Flynn, of all people), his heart was fiercely opposed to risking her safety. Jesus. Had Lucy already forgotten that Wyatt swore to protect her and Rufus after he escaped from the black site? He could not take the chance of losing her again and hope to retain his sanity...
Maybe that was part of the problem, Wyatt thought bleakly. Maybe that was something she needed to know before making a decision that could cost her (and them) everything. He'd probably been too cautious, too afraid, as the two of them grew closer these past few months, to have an honest conversation with Lucy–someone who'd gradually, implausibly become extremely important to Wyatt when he wasn't paying attention. And now his hesitance, his cowardice, might ruin Wyatt's chance for happiness and possibly a future with this woman who was unlike anyone he'd ever met. Time to man up, Logan...
If the present circumstances weren't practically a matter of life or death, Wyatt might've been slightly amused at the way Lucy's eyes widened in alarm when he abruptly stepped into her personal space–so close he could feel the soft exhale of her breath on his lips and smell the lingering remnants of her perfume. Lowering his voice, he stared intently into those soft amber eyes and growled, "Look, we almost lost you once...I cannot lose you again."
Wyatt fervently meant every word after experiencing some dark hours indeed when Lucy had not only been abducted by Flynn in 1780, but was then nearly murdered by serial killer, H.H. Holmes, after escaping the terrorist and bravely rescuing her two teammates. He still occasionally suffered vivid nightmares of that hellish, long-ass mission, usually waking with her name on his lips.
There, dammit, he'd said it. Now, please, God, let it be enough. Whether his gruff declaration was successful or not, it was the nearest the intensely private Wyatt Logan was willing to come to admitting his deepening, complicated feelings for his beautiful, sweet-natured-but-strong-willed teammate in front of anyone else, especially that treacherous bastard, Flynn.
But naturally, even as the wild color rose in Lucy's pale face at his bold, admittedly out of left field confession, it seemed Wyatt's determined little historian had already made up her mind. And then she had the nerve to request a favor. Cursing under his breath, he found himself torn between wanting to kiss Lucy until her knees went weak (audience be damned) or possibly handcuffing her to him for about the next month when she said in a quavering voice, "You trusted me this long, I just need you to do it a little longer." How in God's name could she ask that of him-especially when she herself had flat out refused to leave him at the Alamo not that long ago? Had Lucy forgotten so quickly she literally saved his life that day? Wyatt sure as hell hadn't forgotten–he still had the occasional bad dream where he'd sent her home with Rufus and stayed behind to perish that day alongside Jim Bowie and Davy Crockett in the chapel at the Alamo.
For several tense seconds, the very air between them fairly crackled with unspoken, unresolved feelings before Wyatt–bitterly aware he was between a rock and a hard place here-drew a ragged breath, his angry gaze seeking Flynn. While the older man was seemingly indifferent to their exchange–lounging casually against the hood of the car, arms folded across his chest–Wyatt couldn't help but notice his dark, hooded eyes were focused intently on him and Lucy.
"If you hurt her," he warned grimly, before Flynn interrupted him, sneering, "What? You'll try and kill me again?" Aside from sending a menacing scowl in his direction, Wyatt ignored him. All of his attention was centered squarely on Lucy now, and her alone. Dear Lord, if there was anything he, Rufus and Lucy had learned the hard way from jumping back and forth through time since this mission began, it was how contrary a bitch the time line could be when you continually messed with her the way the three of them (all of them) had. So many damn things could go wrong, it about made Wyatt's head swim...
What if something happened to Lucy in 1954 without him there to personally protect her?
What if a can't ever be trusted Flynn failed to keep his word...and never returned Lucy to 2017?
Or even worse, what if she and Flynn returned in the Mothership to a different time line...one where a soldier and college professor had never met?
He inhaled sharply. That last one was so inconceivable, it didn't bear any consideration at all. He refused to think for even a half second of trying to exist in a world without Lucy Preston in it–hell, no, not when she'd come to mean so much to him. While Flynn and a bewildered Ethan Cahill looked on mutely, Wyatt frowned disbelievingly at Lucy for a few emotionally-charged seconds–willing her with every fiber of his being to please, please change her mind.
When she stubbornly remained silent, biting her lower lip nervously, her frightened eyes begging him to just go, every instinct in his mind and body was roaring at Wyatt to toss Lucy over his shoulder and manhandle her enticing little body inside the Lifeboat and take her home. To hell with Rittenhouse. They'd just have to figure out another way to take those bastards down–one that didn't involve even the remote possibility of sacrificing Lucy in the process.
Without warning, from behind him he heard a desperate Rufus plead hoarsely, "Wyatt, c'mon, man," and Wyatt knew in that heartbreaking moment it was too late. Time's up, boys and girls. The tough decision was out of his hands now...and somehow they'd all have to find a way to live with the consequences. His face settled in cold, unforgiving lines-even while his well-honed instincts howled in denial-as Wyatt looked at this woman who'd quietly, steadfastly managed to fill the empty, aching places in his bruised and battered heart, practically since the two of them had been drawn into this bizarre world of time travel.
Perhaps sensing the cold terror flooding his soul, she stared deeply into Wyatt's eyes and hesitantly murmured, "It will be okay." Which one of them Lucy was trying to reassure, he had no damn idea. Well, then...guess it's game over, Dr. Preston.
And just like that, there was zero time to delay, not with Jiya's life possibly hanging in the balance. It took all the strength and self control Wyatt possessed to make himself move towards the Lifeboat without her. After taking a couple tentative steps, he stopped and turned around to look at the Professor one last time–fighting the fierce, instinctive need to remain behind and protect her from any possible harm with everything he had, even his very life if necessary. Raising a shaking hand in farewell, Lucy gave him a strained half smile.
"I will find you," she promised for his ears alone, and so overwhelming were his emotions, he didn't trust himself to respond, for fear of giving voice to the dread clawing at him. In the growing daylight, Wyatt could clearly see the unshed tears shining in her bronze eyes, and even as the quiet words ripped at his heart, he held onto them desperately, hoping her promise would be enough to keep his overwhelming fear at bay. It had to be enough if he was gonna survive the next few hours until he saw her again. Squaring his shoulders tiredly, Wyatt turned away and scrambled into the Lifeboat, steeling his heart against one final look as the hatch closed and they left Lucy in 1954. And, hell, he'd thought leaving the guys in his unit behind to die in Syria had been devastating...
Seconds later, they landed with a jarring thud at Mason. Wyatt helped Rufus unbuckle an unconscious Jiya's safety harness and carefully get her limp body out of the Lifeboat. The next few minutes were chaotic as she was whisked away in the ambulance Connor called, a frantic Rufus trotting beside the stretcher brokenly murmuring his girlfriend's name. Jumping up into the emergency vehicle beside her, his friend shouted over his shoulder he'd text Wyatt as soon as there was any news before the attendant slammed the doors shut and they sped away.
Standing outside the open dock doors watching the glowing taillights disappearing in the darkness, Wyatt drew a shuddering breath as the welcome numbness that mercifully encased his vulnerable heart back in 1954–thus enabling him to walk away from Lucy-cracked and slowly began to dissolve. His mind raced with unbearable thoughts of never seeing her again. What if Lucy was wrong? What if Ethan Cahill turned his back on the crazy-talking young woman who swore she was his granddaughter who'd traveled back in time from the year 2017? Or even worse? What if Flynn killed both Lucy and her grandfather and left their dead bodies in that deserted warehouse? He should never have given in...
Lost in his misery, Wyatt was startled by a light touch on his shoulder, and turned to see Denise Christopher standing behind him, a concerned expression on her face. "Wyatt, there you are...I've been looking all over for you since I arrived a few minutes ago." Despite it being the middle of the night, he noted absently the agent was neatly dressed in her usual business suit, Homeland Security badge clipped to her waist and not a hair out of place. She peered curiously around his shoulder. "Was that an ambulance leaving just now? What happened? Who's going to the hospital? Was it Lucy?"
Frowning at the onslaught of questions, Wyatt responded in a dull monotone, "No, not Lucy. Something bad happened to Jiya while we were in 1954. She's the one in the ambulance, and Rufus went with her. Lucy's not...she's not here." Dear God, but just saying the words made him wanna punch a wall...or cry...or maybe both. Since neither was likely to actually make him feel better, he fell silent once more, hands hanging limply at his sides, ignoring the woman beside him to stare numbly at the empty, brightly-lit parking lot.
"I'm sorry? What do you mean, not here? I'm afraid I don't understand–where else would she be? Wyatt, where's Lucy?" his superior asked sharply, stepping in front of him, her dark eyes searching Wyatt's face. When he shook his head helplessly, she repeated quietly, "Wyatt? Where's Lucy?" Still unable to actually articulate the distressing truth, he merely lifted one shoulder in defeat. After staring intently into his eyes for a long moment, the older woman sighed and ordered him to follow her. Once inside the office reserved for the agent's use at Mason, she pointed at a chair in front of her desk and said simply, "Sit."
Wearily dropping into the chair, Wyatt pushed up his jacket sleeve and glanced at his watch. Holy hell. It hadn't even been an hour since they'd returned to 2017, and already his nerves were stretched to near the breaking point with fear and worry for Lucy. How in God's name was he gonna endure hours (or possibly longer) of waiting for her return? Because somehow, she had to come back to him–he couldn't conceive of any other outcome–and Wyatt knew he would wait forever for Lucy Preston, if that's what it took...
Dimly aware of the tinkling sound of ice cubes clinking against glass, Wyatt's upsetting thoughts were interrupted when a generous portion of whiskey was thrust into his hand. "Drink this." When he stared blankly between the glass and Agent Christopher, she smiled and said dryly, "That wasn't a request, Master Sergeant," before taking a sip of her own drink. Wyatt obediently knocked back a good-sized swig, closing his eyes at the familiar burn as the alcohol slid easily down his parched throat and began to gradually warm his empty stomach. Denise Christopher had damn good taste in whiskey, he decided idly, slowly taking another (smaller) sip.
They sat without speaking for a while, the muted sounds of Connor Mason's army of techs industriously working on the Lifeboat below them filling the not uncomfortable silence. Just as Wyatt felt himself relax enough to actually doze off for a minute or two, his drinking companion set her glass down on the desk with a muffled thud and quietly cleared her throat. "Are you ready to talk about Lucy, now, Master Sergeant? Or at least give me a reason not to panic because we are currently missing a member of our team?" she asked briskly.
Perhaps the whiskey hadn't been such a good idea after all. Blinking slowly at the agent watching him expectantly, he very carefully set the now empty glass on her desk and leaning back in the chair, scrubbed his hands tiredly over his face. Before Wyatt could gather his wayward thoughts and give her a halfway coherent answer, however, he was saved by a light knock on the door. It was one of the Mason Industries employees holding a brown paper sack and a couple bottles of water.
"Excuse me, Agent Christopher? Mr. Mason thought perhaps you and the Master Sergeant might like something to eat," the cheerful young brunette (who reminded Wyatt a little of Jiya) informed them, setting the items on the desk with a smile and leaving. Despite not feeling all that hungry, he dutifully took the sandwich the older woman offered him and unwrapped it, forcing himself to take a couple bites.
Although he appreciated her patience, Wyatt knew it was by no means infinite, and he couldn't stall Agent Christopher any longer. Facts were facts-no matter how he might wish with all his heart they weren't–and as his superior, she needed to be briefed on everything that went down during the mission. Washing down another bite with a large swallow of the cold water, Wyatt began to relate the pertinent facts as calmly and accurately as he could manage (though he was dismayed when his voice shook noticeably on the words, 'Lucy insisted on staying behind').
His stomach suddenly churning, he crumpled up the rest of his sandwich in the wrapper and tossed it in the empty paper bag. Eyeing the agent warily, Wyatt waited for the severe reprimand he deserved for returning from a mission without one of his teammates. He was rather surprised, then, by her thoughtful, unexpectedly complimentary response.
"I'm not usually in the business of handing out 'atta-boys,' but you are one of the finest operatives I've ever had the honor of working with, Master Sergeant," she began. "Smart, experienced, well-trained, and very much dedicated to his team-even more so when we had to change our game plan after the recent coup staged by Rittenhouse. I suppose I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the nearly inconceivable notion then that the Wyatt Logan I've come to know not only left a teammate behind, but that said person was Lucy Preston," Agent Christopher told him, shaking her head at him when Wyatt's eyes widened.
"What's that supposed to mean, Ma'am?" he sputtered defensively, caught off guard by the knowing expression on her face and cursing the guilty warmth instantly flooding his face.
The older woman actually chuckled at his discomfort, dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "C'mon, Wyatt, I'm not an idiot. Plus, you do remember I work for Homeland Security, right? My powers of observation are fairly keen, soldier, and it's been obvious, at least to me, if not the other members of the team, on countless occasions that you and Lucy have grown rather fond of each other since these missions began." Wyatt stared at his superior in shock.
Not willing to confirm or deny her rather personal observation, he attempted to distract the agent. "Look, back there in '54, I tried like hell to persuade her not to stay behind, not to depend on that SOB Flynn for a ride home, but short of knocking her out and throwing her over my shoulder like some caveman, I just didn't have a choice. You know how stubborn the professor can be when she's convinced something is the right thing–or in this case, the only thing–to do. She decided all on her own Ethan Cahill needed to witness for himself the Lifeboat taking off–and nothing was gonna change that, not even me. Plus, Jiya was getting weaker by the minute, and it did occur to me that jumping back with four of us one more time might've affected her even more seriously, so there was that."
The stark reminder of their favorite tech genius and her current medical condition did the trick, and Agent Christopher once more was all business. To Wyatt's relief, the remainder of the mission debrief was finished fairly quickly after that...
End Flashback
After being dismissed, Wyatt wandered around the facility for a little while like a lost pup looking for its owner until it eventually occurred to him that maybe he should try calling Lucy's cell phone. Despite his mental and physical exhaustion, he practically ran downstairs to the men's locker room, grateful it was empty at this time of night. Jerking open his locker, Wyatt grabbed his cell from the small shelf with shaking hands and turned it on, desperately hoping to see a missed call or even a text message from Lucy. But the phone's screen was disappointingly blank.
Cursing vehemently at the device, he angrily shoved it in his jacket pocket and slumped down on the bench. Was Lucy still in 1954? Or had Flynn actually kept his word and brought her home to present day San Francisco? Wyatt rubbed at the spot between his eyes that was starting to pound like a bitch. God, his head hurt. Looking down at himself, he wrinkled his nose in disgust. Wyatt certainly didn't want to greet Lucy looking (and smelling) like he currently did. Thank goodness, then, that he kept a clean change of clothes in his locker.
Stripping off the '50's stuff he and Lucy "borrowed" for themselves from a small, rather fancy clothing shop not too far from the warehouse where Rufus landed the Lifeboat and leaving them in a rumpled pile, Wyatt wrapped a plush towel around his waist. Just outside the shower, he dropped the towel and carefully placed his cell phone in the center of it, just in case he heard from Lucy.
Maybe a half hour or so later, still worn out but his mind and body feeling somewhat refreshed, he headed upstairs, cell phone grasped tightly in one hand. Still nothing from Lucy, although Wyatt was quite relieved to get a text from Rufus saying Jiya had undergone a whole battery of tests and was resting comfortably at the moment. His friend must be beside himself with worry for the woman he loved—a miserable state of mind Wyatt could privately sympathize with.
The next couple hours were sheer hell. A frustrated, impatient Wyatt skulked around Mason, too upset and worried to settle in any one place long enough to relax or even take a deep breath. No, Ma'am, that wasn't gonna happen until Lucy was back, safe and sound. Finally, after accidentally tripping over the thick carpet in one of the hallways and nearly busting his fool head on the wall, he stomped into the nearest lounge and threw himself into a comfortable, overstuffed leather chair and forced himself to calm the hell down, to breathe slowly. In and out...in and out....
The room was likely sound proofed, and so quiet Wyatt imagined he could hear his own heart beat. He stubbornly tried to stay awake, but the stress and exhaustion of the past 24 hours or so gradually caught up with him. As he began to fall into an uneasy sleep, his anxious heart must've taken pity on Wyatt, mercifully conjuring up all kinds of mental pictures of the woman he was fervently hoping would return to him...
The wide-eyed expression Lucy wore while hanging on his every word in 1944 Germany as he patiently tried to talk her "over the hump"...
An unharmed Lucy rushing into his arms after Harry Houdini unlocked the door to the hidden room at the murder castle...
The determined way she and Rufus had put the jerk from Homeland Security in his place and saved his spot on the team after barely escaping with their lives at the Alamo...
That fierce set down she'd given him during the jump to 1754 when the team had been stranded by Flynn, and an angry Wyatt had been acting like a real dick towards her...
Sharing a twin bed with Lucy on the other side of a sheet from Bonnie and Clyde, and her wistful talk of "possibilities"...
He jerked awake at the gentle touch of a feminine hand stroking his cheek. "Wyatt? Wake up now, sleepyhead...I'm back," Lucy whispered, sitting on the arm of the chair, her rosy lips curved in a soft smile. She was here, sitting right here beside him...thank you, God. Scarcely able to believe his eyes, Wyatt stared at her for only a half second before wrapping his arms around her slim figure and holding on for dear life.
"Thank God you're okay," he mumbled, his cheek pressed firmly against her heart, unconsciously echoing the words he'd said to Lucy the very first time they embraced. Wyatt's eyes closed in pure pleasure at her familiar scent, the sensation of her fingers gently combing through his hair. It probably sounded insane, but at the moment, he never wanted to let Lucy out of his sight...ever. Whether he deserved it or not, Wyatt knew himself to be a damn lucky man indeed, a guy who'd miraculously been given a second chance with the amazing woman he'd never expected to fall in love with...
"It's surprising how much you can have in common with someone completely different from you." - Unknown
A/N #2: My goodness! This story turned out much longer than I'd originally intended (guess our fave soldier had a LOT on his mind when it came to Lucy Preston). In my head canon, I've always thought it was obvious Wyatt cared for and was attracted to Lucy as far back as the mission to 1944 Germany (oh, how I love, "I agree with him, but I trust YOU"). Guess it just took a while for the guy to allow himself to let go of Jessica in his heart and move past at least some of his grief and guilt long enough to realize he was falling for Lucy. I chose the tense scene when Wyatt very unwillingly leaves Lucy behind in 1954 with Flynn and the anxious hours that followed for his "lightbulb" moment (of course, your mileage may vary). For me, seeing onscreen what happened during the time between the LB vanishing in 1954 and Lucy and Wyatt showing up at present day Ethan's house has always been near the top of my Timeless "wish list." I suppose wish fulfillment like that is what fanfics are for, lol.
A/N #3: And finally, as always, my sincere thanks and appreciation to those readers still interested in reading about Lucy, Wyatt and the rest of the gang. Your favorites, follows and kind reviews are such wonderful incentive for me to keep writing. And on that note, super quick shout outs to those readers leaving reviews for "A Different Breed of Man" who I'm unable to personally respond to like fellow author, Annaflorinda, as well as the most recent awesome guest reviewer who had such kind things to say–THANK YOU both so much! :))
