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What Did I Just Say?

Lucy-

That's not what I meant," Lucy replied. "I meant that there's room in the bed for...two.

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Lucy wanted to slap herself, or groan at the very least, but she did neither, only bit her tongue. Did I really just say that?! How could I seriously invite him into the same bed with me? Well, it's not like I'm offering sex, but still...she thought. She only hoped Flynn wouldn't take it as most hot-blooded men would. She expected a sarcastic quip, but nothing more. She was wholly surprised at his answer, which took a few moments.

"Are...are you sure?" Flynn asked quietly, his voice uncertain.

I can't exactly take it back now. Ah, well, in for a penny, in for a pound. Lucy decided she wouldn't retract her invitation. Despite that they were "enemies," and she was his "hostage," she felt bad that he would have to stay in that chair all night. His large frame spilled out of it and it made her uncomfortable just to look at him so he had to be ten times more so. It was a small concession, she felt. Why can't we both be comfortable? It's not like it means anything else. She tried to keep her thoughts to the practicality of the situation and not the sensual feelings sharing a bed with him would provoke.

"Yes. You're right that no matter what happens tomorrow, we all need to be well rested." Hoping to maybe lighten the mood with a little humor she added, "You can't keep as close an eye on me and prevent my attempt at escape if you've had very little sleep. And it would be grossly unfair of me to have the advantage of more sleep, don't you think?" It worked and Flynn laughed. It wasn't bitter, superior, or gloating, but a true laugh. Lucy liked the deep rumble that came from his chest. It washed over her, causing a shiver along her spine. Damn him, even his laugh is sexy!

"I can't deny your reasoning. It would definitely feel nice to stretch out, and an actual mattress would be a nice change." He paused then in a wry tone said, "Being a wanted terrorist doesn't make for the most comfortable accommodations." He stood, took his jacket and vest off, draped them over the back of the chair, and began walking toward the bed, untucking his button up shirt at the same time. He took deliberately slow steps, as if to not spook an animal.

"Neither does three days in 1754 with no supplies. I've never been much for camping, and now I am even less. We were captured by the French and almost killed, Wyatt and I narrowly avoided being burned at the stake, and also responsible for one of the first UFO sightings in Northern America." Lucy grinned at him as he came closer. She became a tad more nervous with every step he took. And Lucy babbled when she was nervous. "That's all your fault, you know?"

"And how do you figure that?" Flynn asked, mirroring her amusement.

"You sent us on that wild goose chase to sabotage the Lifeboat, which was successful, by the way. Rufus displayed his true genius of how he went about repairing it, and Wyatt was almost injected with liquid mercury by a French doctor when we had to pretend he was injured to get some of what Rufus needed." She chuckled at the memory and Flynn joined her, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Flynn must've sensed her nerves because he didn't move to get under the covers. "So how did he manage not to?"

"Luckily for us, I speak French, fluently. In between him insulting my intelligence as a woman and my opinion on Wyatt's injury, as I'd claimed to have nursing experience, and preparing the needle, I told Wyatt to hit him. One punch and we were out of that tent!" Lucy laughed again. She could now that they hadn't been killed or left to live out their lives during the French and Indian War. Although, it would've been interesting to see if we lived long enough to witness the American Revolution. She was sure they would've participated. With her foreknowledge, maybe she could help keep the death toll lower somehow or achieve a faster victory. Not to mention to be present and part of America declaring independence, that was every historian's dream!

Flynn growled out, "That doctor was clearly a moron if he couldn't realize how smart you are." His vehemence surprised Lucy. "But I suppose that's to be expected in the 1700s. Women were considered delicate creatures and incapable of grasping matters of consequence. Men have almost always loved to lord their superiority over the fairer sex. Idiots, all of them." Lucy couldn't agree more, and once again, was surprised at his defense of not only her, but all women. He really is so hard to understand.

Not for the first time, Lucy felt she was seeing a glimpse of the man Flynn was before Rittenhouse had destroyed his life. She thought he was a good man, just turned angry, desperate, and wanting revenge. She couldn't blame him, either. She just thought he was going about it the wrong way, but apparently that was her fault, especially if it was true she gave him the journal. It still frightened her that she might be responsible for all of this chaos. Why in the world would I do this? She had lain awake several nights pondering that very question.

"Lucy, are you sure about this?" Flynn asked again, his voice making it clear he wouldn't be upset if she changed her mind. She could, Lucy thought, but as soon as she thought this, she realized she wanted him beside her. It would make it seem that they weren't on opposite sides, each trying to stop the other's actions. For once she desperately wanted to pretend they were friends. It didn't make much sense to her, but then again, hardly anything in her life made sense anymore. Might as well keep with the trend, she thought wryly.

Realizing that Flynn was waiting for her answer, "Yes, I'm sure," was all Lucy said. Flynn slid beneath the covers and stretched out beside her, careful not to touch her. It was so quiet in the room, all that could be heard was the breathing of the bed's two occupants.