In the kitchen. . .
There was a large square table in the corner of the kitchen as Elizabeth gestured for them to take a seat. Rufus sat down first, followed by Lucy and then Wyatt as Elizabeth and her husband took a seat on the opposite side of the table.
"Please pray pardon to me what is going on." Elizabeth asked as Wyatt let out a deep breath before beginning.
"The man we art looking for his name is Garcia Flynn. He escaped from our custody a few weeks ago and we has't been tracking him ever since. He's manipulative and ruthless, willing to killeth whoever gets in his way to receiveth what he wanteth." Wyatt began as Thomas had an incredulous look on his face, looking back and forth between Wyatt, Lucy and Rufus.
"And thee art chasing after him with thy wife and servant? Is it not too dangerous for them? Doth thee care that little for their safety?" h asked, causing Wyatt to pause for a moment. He hadn't really thought of it before. He knew what they were doing was risky, sure, but he'd never really worried about the safety of Lucy and Rufus. They seemed fairly capable and so his main focus had usually been on stopping Flynn, not protecting them.
A wave of guilt flooded him as he realized how selfish he'd been. He hadn't wanted to get close to either of them. He'd wanted to do the job by eliminating Flynn as fast as possible and then return to his self-loathing, where he'd drink himself into a stupor and obsess over finding Jessica's killer but now. . .The more they went out, the more he realized he could no longer keep doing that. He didn't want to do that. Rufus and Lucy were good people. They made a great team and . . . he needed to focus on protecting them just as much as he did on finding and eliminating Flynn. He cared about them and needed to do a better job of showing that.
Suddenly he felt a hand over top of his, turning his head to the right to see Lucy reaching over and giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
She then gave him a small smile before turning to face Elizabeth and Thomas.
"We chose to be here. Mine husband hath not put us in danger. We didst that all by ourselves." she began, removing her hand from his as she placed her hands in her lap.
"Flynn is a danger to all. I could not stand back and alloweth mine husband taketh him on all by himself. We, the three of us, art a team. We worketh better together then we doth alone." she finished as she looked over at Wyatt and Rufus.
"And I could not doth my work without them." Wyatt replied, looking over at the two of them momentarily before focusing on Lucy, his blue eyes meeting her brown.
"Mine wife is the kindest, most intelligent woman I has't ever met. I cannot count the number of times she has't saved my life due to her sharp wits. She is supportive and hath an incredible amount of faith in me, even when I don't. I am incredibly blessed to has't her at mine side. I'd . . .I'd be lost without her." Wyatt finished, looking in Lucy's eyes as he felt his pulse quicken slightly as she stared back, her brown eyes slightly wider than usual at his admission. He meant every word he said and wanted to be able to actually tell her these things away from wandering eyes but knew he had to continue on for the moment and so he reluctantly tore his gaze away from her and looked towards Rufus.
"As for mine . . .servant . . . Rufus is one of the bravest people I knoweth. Every time we chase after Flynn he faces the attitudes that thee just saw back in the tavern. He is looked down on, berated, harassed and insulted but yet he continues to fight at my side. To protect the same people that despise him just because of the colour of his skin. Not many people art capable of that and I admire him for it. I knoweth it's not a popular opinion but I care not. I don't see colour, I see heart." Wyatt finished as Rufus had a smile on his face, his eyes a little misty.
""It's. . .unusual, I knoweth but we doth good work. What matters most to us is stopping Flynn ere he hurts more people." Wyatt said, looking at Elizabeth and Thomas.
"Thee seemeth like a valorous sir Darrin. It speaketh well of thee to care so much for they wife and servant. Tis rare to find these days, a man who does so." Thomas replied.
"Thomas and I knoweth what it's like working together. It's nice to see another husband so supportive of his wife. It doesn't befall oft around hither." Elizabeth added, smiling at Lucy as Lucy smiled back.
"Tis equally refreshing for me to see." she replied.
"So wherefore doth thee believeth Flynn hath come here?" Thomas asked as they were getting back to the topic at hand.
"We believeth that he intends to harm the Governor." Lucy replied, a grim look on her face. The smile faded from Elizabeth's face as she looked visible shaken, Thomas placing an arm around her shoulders.
"He. . .he cannot! The Governor hath cometh hither the present day to putteth an end to the witch trials!" She said, her voice rising a pitch.
"Has't thee heard about what's been going on in Salem Town?" Thomas asked.
"A little, aye." Wyatt said.
"Then I shalt beest brief. For months the village hath been terrorized by accusations of witchcraft. Utter nonsense but it hath happened nonetheless, perpetuated by Reverend Samuel Parris and Lt. Governor William Stoughton. It hath resulted in the death of a few and the incarceration of many. Elizabeth's father wast hath killed recently and her step mother is currently in jail." Thomas said.
"I am so sorry." Lucy said gently, looking at Elizabeth sympathetically as Elizabeth nodded her thanks.
"The Governor's wife wast accused and he cameth hither to put an end to it. He wast to talk with Parris and Stoughton about what's been occurring in his absence and to shut down these trials. Art thee saying Flynn wanteth to continue them?" Elizabeth asked.
"It appeareth so." Lucy replied as Elizabeth looked to be on the verge of tears.
"Why? What doest he hath to gain with the continuance of these trials?" She asked.
"We art unsure of that at the moment but what art sure of is that the Governor is in grave danger. Doth thee knoweth whither he might be?" Lucy asked.
"I wast in town earlier, gathering supplies. I overheard some dockhand's saying that some Reverend hadst been sent to greet the Governor, to fetch him on behalf of Parris and Stoughton." Thomas replied as Lucy, Wyatt and Rufus all exchanged worried looks.
"This Reverend . . . what didst he look like?" Lucy asked.
"Tall fellow, dark hair, dark eyes. Hadst a bit of a peculiar accent." Thomas replied.
"Dammit." Wyatt cursed.
"He wast no reverend?" Elizabeth asked.
"No, he wasn't. That was Flynn. He must have masqueraded as a Reverend to get to the Governor. And no one hath heard from the Governor since?" Lucy asked.
"Not a word." Thomas said.
"What doest that mean?" Elizabeth asked as Lucy let out a deep breath.
"It means. . .the Governor is most likely dead. Flynn. . .tends to eliminate people who standeth in his way. I don't hast high hopes that he left the Governor alive." She said gently.
"What doth we do? Without him, Stoughton and Parris wilt continueth the trials! I could loseth my stepmother as well!" Elizabeth said as Lucy could hear the panic in her voice and see the fear in her eyes.
"So Stoughton and Parris stand to gain if the Governor is killed?" Wyatt asked.
"I. . .well, aye. They will continue on with the trials." Elizabeth replied.
"Then they could be working with Flynn." Wyatt replied as Lucy and Rufus nodded in agreement.
"I wouldn't beest suprised." Rufus said.
"No, that's treason! I know Stoughton's vindictive and arrogant but this seemeth too far, even for him." Thomas replied.
"Flynn is a master manipulator. It wouldn't taketh much convincing to get them to help him." Lucy replied.
"If this be true, what do we do?" Elizabeth asked.
"Wilt the Reverend beest preaching tomorrow in church?" Lucy asked as Elizabeth nodded.
"Aye." she replied.
"Then chances are that is whither we'll findeth Flynn. We'll confront him then and help putteth an end to these trials." Lucy said.
"What can we do to help?" Elizabeth asked.
"You've already done more than enough. We don't wanteth to drag thee anymore into troubles." Wyatt said, giving them a polite smile.
"Well thee wilt needeth a lodging to stayeth for the night. We has't two rooms upstairs that thee can use." Elizabeth offered.
"That would beest most kind." Lucy said as Elizabeth smiled.
"Good. I shall went prepare them right now. Go back outside and has't something to consume and drinketh. I wilt let thee know when things are ready." Elizabeth said as she stood up and walked away, heading towards the doors leading to the dining room as she disappeared through them. . . .
A little while later. . .
Lucy, Rufus and Wyatt sat alone at a table in the dining room as everyone else had left for the night. Elizabeth was just locking up now, giving them a moment to themselves.
"I still can't believe you used Samantha and Derrin as names for us. Bewitched? Really?" Lucy said, taking a sip of her beer as she looked accusingly at Wyatt.
"My Gramps and I used to watch reruns all the time when I was growing up. I thought it was fitting considering what's going on." He said, shrugging his shoulders as he took a sip of his drink.
"That's. . .actually kinda sweet." Lucy admitted, taking another swig of beer.
"So seeing as your supposed to be Samantha I think you should show us how you do the nose twitch." Rufus said, a grin on his face as Wyatt's eyes lit up at the suggestion.
"Oh no. There is no way that is happening!" Lucy protested.
"Oh come on Lucy, you have to! Please!" Wyatt pleaded as she looked at the two of them and the hopeful expressions of their faces.
"Fine but this is only happening once, okay?" She said sternly.
"Absolutely." Wyatt promised as Lucy let out a sigh.
Moving her upper lip from side to side, she mimicked the exact same "nose" twitch that was seen on the show, drawing big smiles out of both of the guys.
"Happy?" She asked as Wyatt nodded.
"Hell yeah." He grinned as she couldn't help but laugh. This was nice. For a moment the three of them could forget about where they really were and just enjoy each other's company.
It didn't last very long however as Elizabeth soon approached their table.
"The rooms art ready if thee art." She said as Lucy nodded, standing up from the table as Wyatt and Rufus did the same.
"Leadeth the way." she replied.
They followed her over towards the stairs as they climbed up about ten of them before they reached a wall, the stairs continuing to their right as they turned and made their way up to the top of them.
At the top of the stairs was a long, narrow hallway that had two doors on the left side.
Elizabeth walked over to the first door as she opened it, the three of them looking inside.
It was pretty plain in design, a twin bed pressed up against a wall with a chair to the right of the bed and a wooden storage chest to the left of it.
"This room is for thy . .is for Rufus." Elizabeth said, catching herself as she looked at the three of them, Rufus giving her a small smile.
"Thank you." he said as she nodded, continuing down the hallway as she approached the second room.
"And this one is for the two of thee." she said, addressing Lucy and Wyatt as she opened the door, the three of them peering inside once more.
It was decorated similarly to Rufus' room but with one small difference.
The bed was a single.
Elizabeth turned to face Lucy and Wyatt, a knowing smile on her face as Lucy realized they'd been given the smaller bed on purpose, a blush making it's way to her cheeks.
"It might beest a small bed but thee art married! Lest I sure the two of thee wilt findeth a way to beest comfortable tonight." she said as it only made Lucy blush even more.
"Right. Married." Wyatt replied weakly, giving her a nervous smile.
"Thomas and I wilt cometh around in the morning. We can showeth thee into town and to whither the church is. Until then, have a good night." Elizabeth said before turning around and walking away, disappearing from view as she headed down the stairs.
"Rufus. . ." Lucy began as her and Wyatt turned to face him.
"Come on man." Wyatt added as they both looked at him pleadingly.
"Oh no, you two have fun sorting that one out. I'm going to enjoy sleeping on my nice, roomy, most likely bed bug ridden mattress." he said as he was slowly backing up towards his room.
"Fine." Lucy grumbled as Rufus couldn't help but get one last shot in.
"Oh and by the way, the walls looked pretty flimsy so if you guys could just make sure you keep it down. . ." he began as Lucy looked mortified, Wyatt narrowing his eyes at Rufus as he looked like he was going to throttle him.
"Rufus!" he barked, lunging towards him as Rufus let out a laugh, quickly disappearing into his room before Wyatt could reach him.
Wyatt turned to face Lucy as they both stared awkwardly at one another for a minute.
"So. . .uh. . .after you?" he offered as she gave him a weak smile.
"Thanks." she replied as they headed into the room, walking over to the bed as they stared down at it before looking back up at each other.
This wouldn't be too awkward . . .right?