So I've decided to not do a blow-by-blow of the episode anymore. We all know what happened so it honestly seems like a waste of time. Unless I feel like there's definitely something that needs added to a certain scene, it'll mostly just be my part of the story from here on out. Thanks so much for reading! :)

Seethingly Furious

Flynn-

Flynn was handcuffed to a pipe in the room he'd planned to plant the explosive in. He was furious, seething with an anger so great he almost couldn't see straight. He should've seen this coming, should've known Lucy would find a way to circumvent his plans. After all, she always did. He honestly thought he'd covered all of his bases this time, that he would succeed! He cursed that damn journal. Anger swept through him again as he recalled page after page of his failures. There was the tiniest part of him that wanted to throw the cursed book into a fire and never look back! He couldn't though, if there was any chance of getting his girls back.

Another part of Flynn felt stupid, acknowledging that he should've remembered that Harry Houdini was a master escape artist. Of course Lucy would use that to her, or rather their, advantage. If he'd only kept a closer watch on them, hadn't let them walk together, giving them the opportunity to talk. Maybe then this wouldn't have happened! After Lucy had mentioned the Cutpurse trick, it should've been obvious she was up to something. He truly hadn't been paying that close of attention to what they'd been saying though. He was too caught up in watching their surroundings on the slim chance Logan and Rufus had miraculously escaped from the Murder Castle and were following them.

I won't make that mistake ever again, Flynn thought, vowing that he'd never again allow it to happen if they were, by chance, in a similar position. He would find a way to use it to his advantage.

Looking around the room, Flynn tried to think of a way he was going to get out of this situation. Houdini had taken his weapons and him and Lucy were more than likely long gone, already trying to rescue her team from Holmes's death trap hotel. He hoped Carl was all right, he couldn't really afford to keep replacing his guys. Lucy wasn't a killer, not yet at least, so he didn't think she would seriously hurt Carl and Houdini wasn't that violent of a man. He was probably just knocked out and would have one hell of a headache later.

That'll be the least of our problems if I don't get out of here, Flynn thought, looking again for anything that would help him escape. He was weaponless and a sitting duck. Edison, Ford and Morgan would be here soon and no doubt they would summon the police. The odds of a fair trial and decent treatment were little in this time period, especially taking into account whose office he'd broken into. Even if they weren't Rittenhouse, they were still powerful and influential men. They wouldn't take too kindly to the fact he'd tried to crash their secret meeting. None of that mattered to him, however. They only thing that did would be the time he would lose if he was imprisoned for any duration.

It was a funny thing, time. It was ironic that Flynn had a time machine in his control and there were still instances when there wasn't enough of it. How strange that he could go to almost any point in history, change anything he wanted to, except he couldn't change the only thing he was desperate to alter. Flynn knew life wasn't fair, but this was a whole new level of unfair. He had the power to change the past, but was still unable to achieve his ultimate goals.

He'd already caused several changes to the timeline. John Wilkes Booth wasn't who shot President Lincoln, Bonnie and Clyde died in a different location than the original, Benedict Arnold and General Cornwallis had died long before their time therefore diminishing their roles in the American Revolution. And so many small changes they, not even him, would never know about. Hell, he'd saved the life of his half-brother! How is it he couldn't do the one thing he wanted above all else?!? It was like some sick cosmic joke, having the ability to manipulate time in some ways but not others. Not in the way it mattered.

Flynn's thoughts were interrupted when the door swung open, revealing Thomas Edison, Henry Ford and J.P. Morgan.

...

Flynn rushed down the hallway to the back alley where he'd left Carl with Lucy. He knew she wouldn't be there, but he wondered if Carl had come to yet. The headache he would have was going to make him irritable, but Flynn couldn't blame him for that. The after effects of being knocked out weren't fun. He would know firsthand, as he'd learned in his adolescence. He'd liked to fight after school, but unfortunately, he wasn't very good to begin with and had his fair share of losses. His dad had teased him that he didn't have a future in boxing. With his skills now, Flynn felt he would be better suited to Mixed Martial Arts fighting. Maybe in another life I've could've been famous, he thought briefly.

Spotting Carl laying on the ground, Flynn walked over and crouched down beside him. He gave him a rough shake to the shoulder, he didn't have time to be gentle about this. They needed to get out of there and quick!

Carl groaned, raising his hand to his eyes. Flynn didn't envy the headache and soreness Carl was no doubt feeling, but it was a non-issue for the moment. They had to leave and then once back to the present, he could recover in the warehouse.

"Carl, come on. We need to go right now. More police will be coming soon and we need to be gone before they get here. Otherwise, we're going to experience penal punishment of the 1890s if we don't, and, trust me, it wasn't pretty."

This statement grabbed Carl's attention because he opened his eyes then sat up with another soft groan. Flynn rose to his feet and held a hand out to help his right-hand man to stand. Once on his feet, they began walking quickly in the direction of the Mothership. They didn't walk fast enough to draw attention to themselves, however. It would look too suspicious if they ran. Flynn just wanted to leave. He wanted to take a shower, lay on his uncomfortable cot, and try to forget his newest failure.

The walk to the time machine and trip back to the present was silent. Neither Flynn nor Carl were in the mood to talk. They usually weren't anyway, but this time if was for much different reasons. Carl could only think about getting his hands on some painkillers and going to sleep. Flynn was trying to blank his mind out. If his body was exhausted, it was nothing compared to his mental exhaustion. All he wanted was to sleep and forget that, once again, he'd failed his girls.

...

Once back at the warehouse, Carl and Flynn went their separate ways to take care of their own needs. Flynn took a short shower, had a small meal, if only to keep up his strength, and laid down on his cot. He fidgeted around, trying to find the most comfortable position. He soon gave up because there wasn't one. He remembered sleeping in the bed at the hotel the night before and longed to be in a real bed again and not on the metal and canvas torture device!

Flynn quickly shut that direction of thought down. Thinking about the bed would only lead to thinking of what had happened in that bed and he didn't want to think about that right then. It would do his mental state no good. He needed rest so he cleared his mind and willed himself to go to sleep. Tomorrow would be a new day and he would begin to plan the next trip and would pray he succeeded.

Involuntarily, the last image in Flynn's mind before he fell asleep was the form of a sleeping Lucy in his arms, a small smile on her lips, her expression peaceful. He fell into a deep and, fortunately, dreamless sleep.