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Waking to the Unfamiliar

Lucy-

Lucy awoke with a start to a dark room with very little moonlight shining through curtains she didn't recognize, instantly making her aware she was not in her room at home. Great, she grumbled to herself, I have no idea where I am. A few months ago this fact would've greatly alarmed her, but after her time traveling escapades of late, it hardly phased her. She mentally tried to retrace her steps to help her figure out where she was, but for some reason her brain wasn't cooperating. A fuzziness clouded her mind, her body feeling unexplainably satisfied, and a tiny bit sore in her nether region. What the hell? she thought.

It was while Lucy was contemplating all of this information when she became aware there was someone sleeping in the bed next to her. She didn't understand how she'd missed the soft snores coming from behind her when she first woke. She could only attribute it to her mind not working at full capacity. Now she was a little alarmed, as she couldn't remember just who exactly was sharing her bed. She was on her side, facing away from this stranger, and she was afraid of turning over to find out. As slightly an irrational thought as it was, Lucy knew it had more to do with that she might not like who her bed partner ended up being.

For a moment Lucy thought it might be Noah, her technical fiancé. Maybe she'd gotten drunk and he'd finally persuaded her to join him in bed. So far she'd been able to avoid that situation, despite his attempts at physical intimacy. She could clearly see the expression of confusion and disappointment on his face the times he'd tried. She truly felt bad that she no longer allowed him close to her in any sense of the word, but she just didn't know the man, no matter that in his reality they'd known each other for over three years and were engaged.

The curtains billowed from a light breeze through a crack in the window and for some reason this triggered the memories to come rushing back to Lucy all at once. Oh, my, it's Flynn! She was surprised by how much this didn't bother her. She knew it should, he technically was considered her enemy. Tonight, however, he was her lover, the term making her smile. Closing her eyes, she let the memories and feelings she experienced with him to wash over her, reliving how he'd made her feel. The two orgasms she'd had were the most powerful she could remember having in years.

Hoping to not wake Flynn, Lucy turned slowly and quietly so she could face him. His even breaths confirmed she hadn't disturbed him. There was just enough light in the room that she could make out his handsome features. His expression was softer in sleep, she found she liked it, very much. You would never know he was the same man who'd committed so many horrible things these past several months. Her heart ached for the good man he must've been before his family was murdered. She wished she could've known that man, but of course that was impossible. If Rittenhouse had never destroyed his life, they never would've met. Their deaths was the catalyst that threw their lives onto this path.

Again, Lucy thought on how she was supposedly responsible for this path they were now on. She felt that she had only made Flynn's life worse, if she really gave him that journal, which it looked more and more like she had. Sure, he'd been grieving and angry, but because of her, he was a wanted terrorist and fugitive. He became the man who shot President Lincoln, taken many people important to history out of the timeline long before they should have been, like General Cornwallis. Flynn's actions had made Amy disappear, sorrow filling her heart anew as she remembered this, even though she ever forgot. She'd forgiven Flynn for it, knowing it hadn't been intentional. It'd taken a long time for her to let go of her anger toward him for this, but she couldn't stay angry with him the more she'd learned of his life. It had been hard, but it was unhealthy to hold onto it and let it fester, letting it slowly eat at her soul.

Lucy's emotions were a jumbled mess, she realized as she lay there staring at Flynn as he slept. On the one hand, she knew she never should've let this happen, despite also knowing she'd never regret it. On the other, she couldn't be happier Flynn had proven tonight he wasn't completely the man everyone thought he was. In her heart she knew this didn't excuse his actions, but it made him more human to her, not a criminal who deserved a bullet instead of a trial. What she wanted more than anything at that moment was someone to talk to about what she was feeling in regards for Flynn and the whole situation. The only person she could even imagine talking to was Amy, but she couldn't, and there was no one else.

Never in a million years could Lucy talk about this with another person because there was no one. Her mother was out of the question, since this would mean she'd have to tell her mother everything, the time travel and all of it, and she couldn't do that with national security reasons, the NDA she'd signed, etc. Plus, she doubted very much her mother would be anything other than judgemental, and that definitely wouldn't be helpful. It wasn't an option to talk about this with Agent Christopher, Wyatt, Rufus, Jiya, or Mason either. She didn't know Mason at all and didn't feel comfortable enough to have a discussion like this with Jiya, although she liked her very much. And the other three would never understand. Not to mention how disappointed Agent Christopher would be. Rufus would be indignant, and probably a little judgmental as well. And Wyatt, she cringed at the thought of his reaction, Wyatt would hate her forever. No, this would be one secret she could never tell.

Lucy didn't want to lose her new friends, but she hated the idea at the same time that this would always put her at odds with Flynn. That no matter how her feelings had changed in some ways toward him, she could never condone his past deeds, and would always try to stop future ones. It worried her what tomorrow would bring, for once again, they would be on opposing sides. She hoped Flynn didn't expect her to suddenly switch sides now that they'd slept together. She couldn't do that, because that just wasn't who she was. Her mission would still be the same; stopping Flynn. God only knew what destructive acts were planned for the next day, and she hated just how many had already taken place, the changes they'd been unable to prevent.

Feeling morose from her heavy thoughts, Lucy told herself to snap out of it. She had to just wait and see what tomorrow would bring, there was no use agonizing over the possibilities all night and making herself miserable. She brought her focus back to the present and looked over Flynn's face. Again, she thought on how handsome he was, and how much she'd tried to deny it. In her own mind she could confess it. She smiled to herself, no one ever had to know how attracted to Flynn she was. Or how much she liked it when he said her name, that sexy Croation accent and the way his voice rumbled deeply from his chest. It made her body tingle just from the thought.

Flynn had made my body more than tingle a while ago, Lucy thought, a delicious thrill zinging through her body as she remembered the heights of bliss he'd taken her to. Twice! Lucy badly wanted to touch him again so she lifted her hand and softly ran her fingertips from his brow to his chin. When he didn't react, Lucy was disappointed he was such a sound sleeper. She wouldn't have minded at all if it had woken him, curious if it would lead to another round, so to speak. Deciding she should try and get some more sleep, she closed her eyes and willed her body to settle down.

"You shouldn't tease a man like that, Lucy," came Flynn's deep, sleep-filled voice.