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Present Day. . . .

Lucy sat at the island in the kitchen of her mother's house, nursing a glass of whiskey in her hand as she stared down at the folded piece of paper in front of her. On it was the name of her biological father. Her mother had given it to her almost a week ago but she still hadn't opened it, hadn't looked to see what his name was.

It made no sense. She should want to find out. Hell, she'd hounded her mother for weeks about it, pleading with her to just tell her who he was and now that she had the answer right in front of her face she just couldn't bring herself to do it. To find out. It was infuriating.

Letting out a deep breathe she raised the glass to her lips, quickly downing the whiskey that had been inside it in one go. She grimaced slightly as a burning sensation filled her throat, setting the glass back down on the table as she stared at the paper once more.

This was ridiculous, she was a grown woman. She shouldn't be afraid of this. She needed to just get it over with, to find out who he was and move on with her life. She was going to open it.

"Here we go." She said, reaching for the paper when suddenly her cellphone went off, Mason Industries popping up on the caller I.D

"Oh thank god." She breathed as she was relieved for the interruption. It wouldn't hurt to put it off for one more day, right?

Reaching for the phone, she hit the answer button before bringing it up to her ear.

"Hello?" She said.

"Lucy, we're going to need you to come in. Flynn's taken the mother ship out again. We're still trying to pin down a date and location." Agent Christopher said briskly.

"On my way." Lucy replied before hanging up.

She slid off the bar stool, grabbing the piece of paper and tucking it into the back pocket of her jeans before heading towards the front door. She'd made it halfway down the hallway when the front door suddenly swung open, her mother walking inside.

"Hey sweetheart, where are you off to?" Carol asked.

"Work just called, they need me to come in. . ." Lucy began as Carol started to open her mouth.

". . .and I know what you're going to say already Mom. I'm sorry but I just can't tell you any more than that. Can we please not fight about this again?" Lucy asked, reaching past her mother and grabbing her coat, purse and keys that were lying on a table near the door.

"We wouldn't have to if you'd just tell me what was going on." Carol prodded, Lucy letting out an exasperated breath.

"Don't you think I want to? I would love to be able to talk to you about this! It's driving me crazy that I can't but I'm just not allowed and I wish you'd stop asking me to tell you." Lucy snapped.

"Which is what concerns me. You shouldn't be working at a place if you have to lie about what's going on." Carol rebutted.

"It's a good job and I'm doing good work there. You just have to trust me on this. Look, I have to go. Don't wait up." Lucy said, brushing past her mother as she hurried off towards her car.

Carol watched as her daughter got into her car, pulling out of the driveway quickly as she took off down the road.

"What have you gotten yourself into Lucy?" She murmured.

Mason Industries. . .

Connor Mason stood in the observation deck overlooking the launch pad lost in thought as he stared off into the distance. He was still deeply troubled by what Rufus had told him about Rittenhouse and how they'd directly interfered with him, following him home and stopping his car. That wasn't suppose to happen. They'd promised him that they would not harm Rufus, which technically they hadn't, but they had damn near scared him to death.

Mason wished he could use the time machine to travel back before he'd struck a deal with them. They were powerful people, more powerful than even he himself realized and things were only going to get worse from here if he didn't do what they wanted. They'd asked for him to get rid of Flynn and with each failed mission they grew more and more impatient. It was only a matter of time before they showed him that they meant business. . .

"You wanted to see me sir?" Mason turned around to see Rufus standing in the doorway.

"Rufus, good to see you. I. . ." Mason began.

"Can we just cut the crap? Hand me the recording device and let's just be done with this." Rufus interrupted, as Mason saw the anger in the younger man's eyes.

"I know this isn't easy but believe me it's for everyone's best interest." Mason replied as Rufus looked at him in disbelief.

"Really? It's in my best interest to spy on my friends? To lie to the people I care about? They trust me and every time I go out there with them I am lying straight to their faces. They don't deserve to be treated like this, they deserve to know the truth!" Rufus snapped.

"Think about it for a moment Rufus. If Lucy and Wyatt found out you knew about Rittenhouse and had known about them since the very beginning, how do you think they'd react?" Mason asked.

"They'd quit on the spot and they'd have every right to." Rufus replied.

"Exactly and we can't risk that, not right now. Not until Flynn is stopped. The three of you work well as a team and after the Alamo, you seem even closer than ever. You are our only hope at stopping him. I'm sorry for putting you in this position but if you don't continue to do this and you tell them the truth, you will be helping Flynn win. Is that something that you want?" Mason asked, watching as Rufus' jaw clenched tightly.

"No." Rufus muttered.

"Take it then." Mason replied, holding out the recording device as Rufus snatched it out of his hand and stormed out of the room.

Mason let out an exhausted breathe, rubbing his face blearily. He knew he was asking a lot from Rufus but he didn't have a choice. Neither one of them did.

Hopefully they would be able to stop Flynn soon and put an end to this nightmare that they'd become entwined in.

A few minutes later. . .

Lucy pulled into the parking lot of Mason Industries, putting her car in park as she sat still in the vehicle for a minute, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"Get it together Preston." She muttered to herself, letting out a deep breath before climbing out of the car. She needed to put her personal distractions behind her and focus on the mission. Stopping Flynn took first priority.

"Lucy, hey! Wait up!" Lucy turned around to see Wyatt coming jogging towards her and so she stopped and waited for him to catch up.

"I was hoping to catch you before we went in." He said as she gave him a tight lipped smile. She wasn't really in the mood for small talk but she couldn't just ignore him either.

"What's up?" She asked, watching as he fidgeted nervously.

"Wyatt. . ." She prodded as he let out a deep breath.

"Sorry, not really great at this stuff. I just wanted to say thanks. For everything you said back at the Alamo. It. . .it really meant a lot, you having my back like that. I'm glad we're going to keep working together." He said giving her a small smile as Lucy suddenly felt her heart skip a beat. That was actually really sweet. Wait, when had she ever felt this way around Wyatt before? What had changed at the Alamo that could possible make her feel. . .

Flashback. . .

Lucy grabbed a hold of his arm firmly as she pulled him back towards her.

"What about us, we're counting on you!" She said as he looked over at her.

"The next guy is going to handle it." He began as she grabbed his face in her hands, forcing him to look into her eyes.

"I don't want anybody else." She blurted out.

"I trust you. You are the one that I trust. Rufus needs you. . .I need you." She said, her eyes filling with tears. She hadn't realized just how much she depended on Wyatt until that moment. The thought of losing him. . .it terrified her.

Present. . .

"Lucy?" Wyatt asked, bringing her back into reality as she looked at him. Oh god this couldn't be happening. She couldn't be falling for. . . No. No, she'd just been scared of losing the only thing in her life that hadn't changed in the last few weeks. That was it. The last thing she needed to add to her growing list of things that were stressing her out were feelings for Wyatt.

"Sorry, I'm. . uh. . .really glad too." She said, giving him a quick smile but he could see that it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit distracted." He asked, a concerned look on his face.

"I'm fine Wyatt." She said curtly.

"See, when you say that I know something's bothering you. I'm fine is girl code for I'm not fine. I did pick up a few things when I was married you know. You can talk to me Lucy, whatever it is." Wyatt said as she let out a deep breathe.

"Look, I'm just. . .I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed at the moment but it's not your problem. I can handle it. Thank you though, for asking." She said as he nodded his head.

"Anytime. If you ever change your mind and want talk about what's bothering you, just let me know. I'm not going anywhere, thanks to you. Looks like you're stuck with me." He said, wiggling his eyebrows at her as Lucy rolled her eyes,unable to contain a smile.

"Don't make me regret this." She warned, waving a finger at him.

"I won't . . M'am." He began as she narrowed her eyes at him, causing him to grin back.

"Now let's go see where Flynn's got us chasing him down this time, huh?" He said, holding open the door for her as the two of them walked inside.