Timeless fanfic. Set in 2x01. One-shot. Lucy/Wyatt.

What if Rufus had not joined Lucy and Wyatt in the tent when they were reunited?

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You're alive.

For the past 6 weeks, Lucy had felt totally numb. She was the only one left. Wyatt and Rufus were dead. The only thing left for her was to work with her mother, or pretend to, but now that she had seen the grenades she knew what she was going to do. She would kill her mother, Emma and the Mothership. It was the only way to end this. It was the only thing that mattered now.

She found the World War One grenades and started to put them into her bag. She did not know what would happen to the concept of time if the Mothership exploded when it was going between time, but Wyatt and Rufus were gone and she could not let Rittenhouse win. She would not let her friends die in vain. Her friends. She remembered the last time she had seen Wyatt and, if it had been for Connor, she was quite sure that she and Wyatt would have kissed. She had wanted that more than anything, but the moment had been broken. Wyatt had been talking about not thinking about the past, being open to possibilities. There were none now, because he was gone and Lucy would never know if they could have been more than colleges, friends. If only she had not walked away and gone to see her mother.

The foul smell of the French countryside in the war brought Lucy back to the present and Lucy put some more grenades into her bag.

Despite what Rufus and Agent Christopher had said, Wyatt had not given up hope, for the past 6 weeks. Lucy was not dead. She was alive and he would find her and now he and Rufus were looking for her. He needed her to be alive. Rufus's words were ringing through Wyatt's head. "You're in love with Lucy. Just admit it." It was something he had been denying for months, but, deep down, he knew that it was true.

Suddenly, Lucy felt a hand on her shoulder and reacted and turned around, in the way Wyatt had taught her after their time to the Alamo, but her arms were caught by stronger hands than hers. She looked at the face of the stranger. It was no stranger. It was Wyatt. Their eyes locked and, for a couple of seconds, they stared at each other, trying to tell that this was real. Lucy felt a glimpse of a smile on her lips as she whispered, "You're alive?"

Wyatt smiled back, with his bright, blue eyes glowing as he asked in return, "You're alive?"

They both chuckled and, in an instant, Lucy threw herself into Wyatt's arms, throwing her arms around her neck and Wyatt's arms were around her. They fitted so perfectly together and they both closed their eyes, holding each other close. Clinging to the other one, because they had believed that the other was dead. Lucy could feel tears of happiness in her eyes, but she did not care. Wyatt was alive and he was holding her in his arms.

As the two of them parted, Lucy rested her head against Wyatt's and her eyes connected with his. They were both alive. For once, acting on instinct rather than thinking things over a million times, Wyatt closed the small gap between the two of them and captured Lucy's lips with his own. It seemed that the circumstances of their separation and being in a war zone had made both of them forget about everything else. It was a quick kiss, but full of love and passion. They were together and they were both alive. That was all that mattered. There were many possibilities ahead of Lucy and Wyatt.