Rufus scowled at the door as he threw it open violently. He wasn't typically prone to violent outbursts of any kind, but this wasn't a typical day, and he was far more than a little angry. Sitting down on his bunk, staring at the empty left side of the room, he sighed. Wyatt used to occupy that space, but it felt like that had been years ago. Rufus ran his hand down his weathered and weary face. Wyatt now shared a room with his previously deceased wife.

It wasn't that Rufus wasn't happy for his friend because he was. Yet, at the same time, it felt like the closer he got to Jessica the further away he was pulled from the team, and they needed him. Rufus needed Wyatt, because no matter how many times Flynn proved he was on their side, Rufus still did not trust the man. Lucy needed him, and not just because her feelings for Wyatt were pretty much written in the sadness of her eyes, but because Wyatt was her protector. He had been since day one, and even though he knew it wasn't likely, Rufus felt like if Wyatt had been with them this time, maybe Lucy wouldn't be fighting for her life.

"Rufus, you alright?" Wyatt rushed in.

Rufus shrugged. "Define alright. Because I think I am pretty much the opposite of alright, Wyatt." He hadn't meant for the sarcasm to drip into his voice, but he simply did not have the energy to hide his true feelings at that moment.

"Rufus, what happened?"

Rufus could tell by his voice alone that Wyatt wanted...needed a reason to blame Flynn. Not that Rufus could blame Wyatt. "It wasn't Flynn's fault."

"Didn't say it was, did I?"

Rufus' head swung around to glare up at Wyatt. In that moment, Rufus knew that he had every reason to have an attitude, but Wyatt didn't. He had planned on going easy on his friend, but the look on his face and the attitude in voice changed Rufus' mind.

"There was an incident. Not that you would know about it, because you were too busy staying behind to playhouse with your previously dead wife." Rufus could tell by the hurt that was quickly masked with shock and anger that Rufus had hit a nerve with his friend. "We were on our way back to the lifeboat, mission accomplished, everything was fine...until it wasn't. We started getting shot at. Bullets flying past our heads, we were lucky we all weren't taken out immediately." Wyatt opened his mouth, but Rufus held up his hand. "We ducked around some bushes, the best cover we had. It took a bit, but Flynn took all the guys out. We didn't even know she had been shot until she passed out when we made it back to the lifeboat. Flynn caught her before she hit the ground, his hands soaked in her blood."

Wyatt swiped his hand against his face and eyes, trying to hide the tears that had filled them. He completely understood why Rufus was giving him the riot act. Hell, he needed to give himself the riot act. "Is she..."

"She's alive, but it's bad."

Wyatt swallowed thickly. "How bad?"

Rufus took a deep breath. "She took a bullet to the stomach, and she has lost a lot of blood. Agent Christopher is trying to find a doctor that can be trusted to come down here and help Lucy, but I'm not sure that Lucy has the time to keep waiting. Agent Christopher and Connor examined her the best they could without making it worse. From the severe bleeding, they can only guess that her abdominal aorta may have taken a hit by the bullet."

"Shit." Wyatt whispered. "She needs a hospital, Rufus, not a damn doctor!"

"I don't disagree, Wyatt but there is another snag. Even if we could risk taking her out of the bunker, Lucy found out from her horribly evil mother that the job of taking Lucy out of the equation had been given to Emma."

"Well, damn. Even if she did survive the bullet wound, she'd never survive Emma. Not with the damage already done to her body." Wyatt gritted his teeth before punching the wall. Ignoring the blood that trickled down his knuckles. "You need to stay on Agent Christopher's ass about this doctor, someone that knows something about bullet removal and surgery because Lucy will need both. I also need you to keep an eye on Jessica and not tell her where I am."

"Which will be?"

"Sitting with Lucy. I may not have been able to protect her while you guys were gone, and the reason behind that might have been selfish. I can, however, stay with her. Watch her, and make sure she lives to see this doctor. I can't lose her, Rufus. I won't."

Wyatt sighed as he settled on the small chair set up beside Lucy's bed. She looked like death was already knocking on her door, and the thought scared him to death. Lucy was far too pale, almost the same color as the sheet that covered her frail looking body. At some point she was changed out of the clothing she had worn on their trip to chase after the mothership and put her in a plain tank top. A sheet was pulled up tight to her shoulders, but Wyatt could tell she was still cold. Another bad sign.

He rose from the chair for a moment and rifled through the small closet in Lucy's room. Landing on the thickest blanket he could find in the closet, he pulled it out and turned to place it on Lucy's body.

"What're you doing?" She mumbled at him.

Her voice was shaking and weak. Though he still thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. He forced a smile, before lying the blanket across her form. "Trying to warm you up better. The sheet was obviously not cutting it."

"I meant more like what're you doing in here?"

The words were soft, and he knew their meaning. What was he doing sitting with her when Jessica was roaming around the bunker somewhere? It was a fair question for her to ask, yet it still hurt his heart. It sounded as if she almost didn't want him in there with her.

"Did you want me to leave?"

She attempted to shake her head, but it took too much of her already used up energy. "No. Just wondering."

He sighed as he sat back down beside her. "I'm sorry, you know."

Lucy let her head lull to the side to look at Wyatt. "For?"

"Not being there today, for you. I'm not saying it would have turned out differently if I had been there, but I wouldn't feel this pit in my stomach if I had been there. At least then I would have known that everything that could have been done to avoid this, would have been done."

Lucy rolled her eyes. "You have to trust Flynn at some point, Wyatt. I can honestly tell you; he did everything he could. You being there instead of Flynn would not have made a difference."

He knew she was right, but he hated to admit it. Flynn was not the same guy he used to be, and while he would never say so out loud, Wyatt was starting to come to Flynn. At least Wyatt knew that someone that knew how to shoot a gun and protect his people was out with them. It did make him wonder though, why he was sitting in here with Lucy. Aside from the guilt that was compounding his body at that moment, he shouldn't want to sit with Lucy. He should want to be with Jessica, but anytime he was with Lucy, he could almost forget about the fact Jessica was suddenly alive.

What did that mean? It was a question that he wasn't sure he knew that answer to. It wasn't an answer that he was sure he wanted, though it was one he thought he might already know. As much as he had wanted Jessica back, there was something not right with her. She wasn't the same, not even close. Was it because he was remembering her in a way that wasn't real? He didn't think that was the issue. No, he was pretty sure the issue was laying in the bed next to him, trying to fight for her life.

"I'm not sure that made me feel better." Wyatt mumbled to Lucy after he realized he never said anything back to her. When an answer didn't arrive, he turned his head and realized that Lucy had fallen asleep. Well, that was his hope anyway. He reached across the bed and placed two fingers against her carotid artery and felt her pulse. Weak, but there. If they didn't hurry up with that doctor, then his musings would be moot because he wouldn't have Lucy to worry about anymore. The thought sent a shooting pain through his heart. "You have to make it through this, Lucy. You must. I need you." He whispered softly before lifting her limp, cold hand to his lips.

It had been a day since Agent Christopher had found a doctor to come and see her, and Lucy was still reeling. The wound in her stomach had been almost as bad as everyone had feared. Luckily, the bullet had only nicked her abdominal aorta, but it had caused enough damage that the doctor had to remove a good portion of blood from Lucy's stomach. Removing the bullet had been fairly cut and dry and stitching up her aorta had stopped her fast spiral toward death. Connor happened to be Lucy's blood type, and he had graciously donated some of his blood in order to get Lucy almost back to normal… well as close to normal as you could be with a bullet wound in your stomach and the pain associated with that.

None of that had really bothered, mainly because the doctor had fixed her a nice medicine-based cocktail that blocked out most of the pain and any sensation from her abdomen below. It was, however, what the doctor had told her after her small surgery that still had her freaking out. She didn't even know how it could be possible, yet there was undeniable proof. So now she was tasked with talking to Wyatt about it. Something that she wasn't even sure he would be happy about. Why would he be? The love of his life had miraculously come back from the dead, and they were going to be a family.

"Doctor said you were going to make a full recovery."

She heard his voice boom from just inside her bedroom door. For obvious reasons, she was on bed rest until she healed enough that the stitches could be removed. The doctor had told her it would likely be at least a week, possibly more.

"Yeah. It's going to take more than a tiny little bullet to take me out." Lucy attempted a smile, but she couldn't fake it the way she knew she needed to.

"What's up?" Wyatt asked as he shut the door behind him. The concern laced on his gorgeous face broke her heart.

"I'm fine, Wyatt, really. Doctor Teal said I would be up and around in about a week. Full recovery is almost guaranteed."

His nose wrinkled at her words. He knew something was going on, but he didn't know what. He had figured it didn't have anything to do with the shooting, at least not directly. "No, something is bothering you. I can tell."

Lucy hated how well Wyatt could read her, especially in a situation like this, but according to the doctor, everyone would find out the truth soon enough. "The doctor had other news to give me, after the surgery."

Wyatt's nose wrinkled again, as he sat down on the chair beside her bed again. He wanted to take her hand and tell her that she could trust him with anything, but he couldn't. He had proved that he had the ability to break her heart in the past, and he didn't want that to happen again.

"It's something you need to know, Wyatt, because it involves you."

A bit of knowing look crossed his face, and Lucy hoped he would figure it out without her having to speak the words. When he said nothing, she sighed. Lucy picked at a loose thread on the blanket covering her torso, unable to look him in the eye. What she was about to tell him was going to blow up his life and there was nothing she could do to stop it. In fact, she wasn't even sure that she wanted to do anything to stop it.

"I'm pregnant, Wyatt. The baby is yours." She knew she probably didn't have to add the last bit, but she did before he got the idea to accuse her of sleeping with Flynn. While she couldn't say that she didn't have feelings for the other man, it was nothing compared to what she felt for Wyatt. The enormity of it all felt like it could break her down faster than any gunshot ever could.

"Your…pregnant…mine." The words came as stutters from Wyatt's mouth. "Pregnant." It was like he was tasting the word on his mouth. "Mine."

Lucy wanted to cry. She knew he wouldn't be happy to hear her news. Not like he had been when Jessica had told him that she was pregnant. Lucy felt stupid, of course he wouldn't be happy, she might as well be the other woman attempting to come between a married couple. "I just needed to tell you, Wyatt. I don't expect anything from you. I know this is probably something you didn't want…"

He didn't know what to think about the words that had come from Lucy's mouth. Of course, he wanted to be there, to do whatever she needed him to do. Whether they were together or not, that was his child. "I want to be a part of my child's life, Lucy."

She looked up at him and knew that he was being honest. "And Jessica? She is not going to like any of this."

He nodded, of course she wouldn't, but at the same time she couldn't blame Lucy or his unborn child. He thought she was dead, and it had taken him years to get over losing Jessica. The only person that had made him feel alive again had been Lucy. No matter what, he still was in love with Lucy, something he had never been able to tell her. He just didn't know if his love for Lucy was greater than his love with Jessica. He needed time away from both women. Time to think, but either way, he still wanted to know his child.

"She may not, but it doesn't change anything. I wouldn't change a single thing; I need you to know that Lucy. What I told you that night, it is still true. I never thought that I would ever feel alive again until you came along. I know that I hurt you and I am so sorry about that because I never, ever, ever wanted that. You are so important to me, Lucy…" he sighed, if he kept talking, he would tell her that he loved her and he couldn't do that. Not until he figured out the feelings in his heart. He would not hurt her again. That promise he would keep. "I just…I need time to think. Is that okay?"

It was more than she could have hoped for. It felt like he was on the verge of admitting something to her. Something that could crush her into pieces or make her dreams come true. She didn't want to rush him or make him feel like he had to say something that he didn't want to. "Of course, it's okay."

He offered her a crooked smile, before kissing her forehead.

There were not many places that Wyatt could find to be alone, at least none that provided him the space to pace the floor. He didn't know why, but that was what he always found himself doing when he was contemplating something as big as his future. So, he took up residency an abandoned hallway in the bunker. He walked the length of the hallway and back again, his mind in overdrive.

Did he love Jessica? Of course, he did, she was his wife. Yet, it didn't seem the same. It wasn't as easy as it had been before. He couldn't put his finger on what was wrong but knew there was a reason why he kept thinking that there was a problem. Then there was Lucy. She had fixed him when he thought that he was unfixable. He had been so badly broken when they first met, and he hadn't wanted to let her in, at least not in the way that she had. The weird thing was that Lucy hadn't even tried to really knock his walls down, not like other women had done. She had merely asked him questions and seemed genuinely interested in his answers. When she had seen him upset, she had comforted him. She never tried to be more than what he needed at any given time, which was mostly just a friend. At some point from the first time they had met to the point where Lucy had disappeared, and he had feared she had been killed; he had fallen in love with her. She never pressed for him to care for her anymore than he was able to, and it was that fact that he fell in love with. She never pushed him, and she never pried. She let him open to her, then she was there to hold him when he fell apart again. He could tell that his pain hurt her, and he knew that she cared deeply about him, but did she love him?

It hit him then. The reason why he felt like there was a problem with Jessica, was because there was a problem. He had moved on, it might have taken years to do so, but he had. He had found something similar but so much better with Lucy. Did they fight? Of course, they did, who didn't fight. Hell, he, and Rufus argued all the time and they were obviously just friends. It was the fact that their arguing did not evolve into anything worse. He and Jessica had similar temperaments. Lucy and him, they were different. Lucy didn't go flying off the handle like he tended to do. She kept him grounded and made sure that he knew that no matter what was going on that she needed him, and the team did to.

He loved Jessica, because he had always loved Jessica, but he was in love with Lucy. A smile slowly curved its way on his mouth. He had known when he asked for time that someone would be getting hurt, and that was not something that he had wanted to do, but for once he was going to be able to keep his promise to Lucy.

Lucy barely heard the knocking on her door as she roused from a deep slumber. The medicine the doctor had given her for the pain did wonders for her ability to sleep. Something that she had technically been lacking in. She groaned as she pulled back the blanket and slowly drifted into a sitting position. The move pulled at her brand-new stitches that made her want to howl out in pain. "Dammit." She muttered under her breath.

After a couple of failed attempts, Lucy found herself standing up and walking on wobbly legs. She didn't know who was knocking or why, but whoever it was knew that she was supposed to on bed rest. "Coming" she muttered, hoping whoever it was hadn't left. She shuffled herself forward the six steps to her door. Pulling it open, she found herself surprised.

Not only was its Wyatt, but he didn't waste time explaining why he was knocking or even what he was there for. Instead, with a smile on his face that would have made her knees week, he crashed his lips against hers, holding her tightly. She had a million questions, but in that moment, she couldn't find the strength to pull away from his kiss.

Wyatt held Lucy tight with one arm and wound her hair around the fingers of his other hand. He felt her moan into his mouth and felt his heart race even faster. He knew he owed her an explanation. Something that he had decided he was going to do when she opened the door… except when she opened the door the only thought in his mind was her lips.

After what felt like a breathless eternity, they both pulled away. Wyatt lie his forehead against Lucy's, a smile playing at the edge of his mouth.

"Not that I didn't enjoy that," Lucy started, her voice soft and breathless, "but what was that exactly?"

Wyatt felt as she attempted to pull her body away from his, but he wasn't about to let go. He needed her close to him, especially after what he had just done to Jessica. "I love you, Lucy."

The words sank in slowly. One word at a time. He loved her, that was what he had just said, yet he was still with Jessica. Did that make both cheaters? If so, why didn't it bother her more than it did? "You love me?" She couldn't believe his words.

"With everything inside of me. I know what you are thinking, but if you hadn't noticed," Wyatt paused and pointed a deep red spot under his eye. "It'll probably be black tomorrow, but that's alright. I probably deserved it."

"Wait. What are you trying to say?"

"I realized, Lucy. It didn't take as long as I thought it would either. Ever since I found out that Jessica was alive something has just felt…off. I still had feelings for her, but it was different. It was the all-out love of someone that needed that person in their life, and I could not figure out why. It was what I wanted after all, right? Except I realized that it wasn't, not anymore. A year ago? Hell yeah, I probably would have given my life to have Jessica back, but now…" He sighed, pulling one of his hands free to run through his hair.

Lucy took this opportunity to break from Wyatt's hold to sit down. Her stitches were screaming, and she was just so damned confused. "English…please."

"I figured out that the reason I didn't feel the same about Jessica was because I had moved on. I had fallen in love with someone else. I tried to force myself to feel the same way for her, but I couldn't. Not after everything that happened between us. Jessica's death broke me, Lucy, you know that. I was a shell of the man I had been before I lost her, but you fixed me, Lucy. You made me better because I want to be better for you. What me and Jessica had was amazing, but we were like burning tinder about to ignite, and not in a good way. When we fought, it was like cats and dogs. We would go days without speaking after an argument. With you, I couldn't imagine going a whole day without speaking to you. Seeing you. Please tell me you understand what I am saying."

"That you picked me?"

At this Wyatt smiled. "No, I didn't pick you. There was no choice to be made. I may have fought against it, Lucy, but you already had my heart. I love you so much. When Rufus told me that you had been shot and that they didn't know if you were going to make it. The world fell out from underneath my feet because I realized in the moment that I might have to live the rest of my life without you in it. After that, the decision was made without me even having to make it."

Wyatt waited for a few minutes, fear pitching in his stomach the longer it took her to speak. He took Jessica's outburst with a high head, even after she punched him in the face. If Lucy rejected him though…

"I didn't think I had to say it, but if you need to hear it…I love you too, Wyatt. Of course, I do." She smiled at him, her hand caressing his cheek.

Without another word, Wyatt pressed his lips against Lucy's again. Softer and sweeter this time. When he pulled back, he motioned toward her stomach. "We're having a baby?"

She nodded, "Scary, right?"

He laughed, his fingertips gingerly swiping the non-existent bump on her belly. "No. Perfect."