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Just A Lovely Morning

Flynn-

After helping Lucy with her corset and dress, Flynn decided it was more fun undressing her than dressing, finished dressing himself in stoic silence. There was nothing to say. Their "time out" from the real world was at an end. It weighed heavily on his heart that things were about to go back to how they'd been before, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. He had to continue with his mission, otherwise he'd never get Lorena and Iris back, and that was all that mattered.

Flynn was beside Lucy, but a few steps back from her. They were both facing the mirror, he was tying his tie and she was re-pinning her hair. Lucy's voice pierced his concentration. He hadn't noticed her turning and walking over to him. "You know I'm still going to try and stop you today, don't you?" she asked, straightening the tie.

Ah, Flynn thought, there she is. He smiled, fond of her fiery spirit. "I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear Lucy." And she was hisdear Lucy. She always would be, no matter the situation between them. He was glad she smiled back at him.

Lucy seemed to lose herself in her thoughts as Flynn donned his gun holster, adjusting it to the most comfortable position before throwing his jacket over it, hiding it from plain view. He hoped he wouldn't have to shoot anyone today. It was bad enough he planned to use a bomb to kill his targets, but a bomb seemed less personal somehow, whereas a gun was infinitely more personal. It's not as if it truly matters, he scoffed inwardly. A gun, bomb, knife...it doesn't matter. The end result is still death.

Flynn mused that by this point that he should be used to it, or at least numb, but he wasn't. He just hid it very, very well. He needed everyone to think he was a cold-blooded killer. He couldn't deny it worked to his advantage. Most of his men were terrified of him, which was good because it helped keep them in line. They were too afraid he'd hunt them down and kill them if they even thought of abandoning his cause. He felt a tiny bit of guilt at the knowledge that he would actually do just that if one of them did leave. And at times like now he felt a pang of loss for the man he'd been before his life was destroyed, the man Lorena had fallen in love with and was a good father to Iris. The fact that he had to kill so much to get them back was an unfortunate means to an end.

Several loud knocks sounded against the door. If Carl used much more pressure it would be considered pounding on the door. Flynn sighed, Carl followed directions well and had his back, but he was quite abrasive. Sometimes it even wore on his nerves. He was effective though, that couldn't be denied, and that was all that Flynn really needed in a right-hand man.

Flynn opened the door and Carl marched in, immediately staring daggers at Lucy. Carl has about as much tact as a rampaging bull is graceful in a china shop, Flynn grumbled to himself. A part of him wanted to punch him for just looking at Lucy like that, knowing it was a scare tactic, so she wouldn't try anything, but that would completely defeat his own purpose if he did. He'd used his own scare tactic on Lucy last night, and he had another lined up for today, so it was hypocritical of him to feel that way. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black, he thought darkly.

Lucy would always be a soft spot for Flynn. She was the only one who knew that and he wanted to keep it that way. She'd been right when she said it wouldn't be good for either of them if it was found out their night had been less than the keeper/prisoner variety. It would be something for just the two of them, something he'd have to think about to brighten his days that were darker than usual. And there'll be plenty more of those, Flynn thought bitterly.

Carl slowly approached him, waiting for further instructions. Flynn told him to have breakfast trays sent to the room for him and Lucy and to then carry out the first part of his plan to keep Logan and Rufus out of his hair today. It was going to be difficult enough keeping Lucy from interfering, and despite his best efforts, she usually bested him. He felt an odd mix of pride and exasperation that Lucy kept beating him. You're a complete moron, Garcia Flynn! he thought to himself. Why did I ever let things change between us last night?!?

As much as he wanted to berate himself for his actions of the night before, Flynn couldn't bring himself to truly rage at himself. He should, but he couldn't, as much as it was going to complicate matters more, he just wasn't able to regret what had happened between him and Lucy. It was something beautiful shared between two people in an ugly, ugly world. And, yes, much of that ugliness to her was new and due to him, but he had no choice, if he wanted to right the wrong Rittenhouse had done to him. There was nothing he wanted more, so this ugliness had to continue. Flynn didn't like it, but he saw it as necessary. He had to save Lorena and Iris.

Flynn was never more grateful in that moment, his thoughts had taken another dark turn, when there was a knocking on the door; their breakfast he presumed. He opened the door and a young man wheeled a cart inside the room and Flynn gave him a generous tip before the server could begin taking the lids from the trays, indicating he wanted him to leave. The server clearly got the message, quickly leaving the room without a backward glance. Flynn's thoughts took on a dark hue again. No matter where in time you went, people always had a price for their silence, actions or lack of actions. It didn't matter that it served well for his purposes right now, there was always going to be the capacity for evil in human beings.

He included himself in the evil category. Flynn had no delusions about what he was doing. He knew how reprehensible his actions were, he didn't need Homeland Security sending a Delta Force soldier with orders to 'kill on site' to know that. He knew it every time he looked into Lucy's eyes, how he sunk lower and lower in her opinion after each horrible thing he'd done. That's why last night was so special to him. It was the first time Lucy had looked at him with an emotion other than fear, pity, disgust, or any other number of unpleasant emotions. He definitely deserved all of that and more from her, but last night she'd finally looked at him as the person he was underneath all of his terrible deeds; a man in great pain.

Flynn was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't realized that Lucy had ventured over to the cart and begun unveiling their breakfast. He'd not given any specific instructions for Carl to tell the staff of the hotel so he had no idea what their breakfast consisted of. Hungry himself, he wandered over to stand beside Lucy. There was an assortment of foods: slices of ham, scrambled eggs, hard-boiled eggs, toast, butter and strawberry preserves for the toast, plus a carafe of coffee and a pot of tea, including a small jug of cream and a bowl of sugar cubes. It painted a pretty little picture.

A quick feeling of wistfulness overcame Flynn at the sight of Lucy fixing herself a plate and then a mug of coffee. What I wouldn't give for this to be a normal morning! he thought. Just a normal breakfast between a couple going to see Chicago's World Fair for the first time. How lovely that would be. Lovely? Flynn asked himself. When did I start thinking things were lovely? He knew at that moment that he needed to steel his thoughts and his heart again. He couldn't let his feelings for Lucy interfere with his plans for today. He needed to be on high alert for he knew her schemes would keep him on the tips of his toes, which was par for the course. He needed to be ready when she rebelled against him, it was only a question of when she would. He was very intrigued by the how, as well.

Lucy always surprised him and today would be no different Flynn silently mused. As annoying as it might be, Flynn actually found himself looking forward to what her genius plan, came up with at the drop of a hat, would be and would most likely lead to his failure, again. So with that in mind, he fixed himself a plate and poured a cup of coffee, no cream or sugar, and sat down at the small table with Lucy. They ate their breakfast in the quiet of the sunny morning.

The atmosphere surrounding them was about to change, and quickly, to a much darker, foreboding feeling.

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This is where things are going to start rolling like in the episode, but with my own little added things here and there. Thanks so much for reading and I find the reviews very encouraging! :)