Author's notes: Didn't mean for this to take so long but kinda glad it did because that deleted Garcy scene killed me anyways hope you enjoy!

The silence that followed the disappearance of the lifeboat was deafening.

"Flynn, only your future family would be this dramatic."

Garcia's heart was pounding and he didn't even have the mindset to throw Rufus a glare.

He had a daughter. A daughter. No. Another daughter.

He never thought he would have a family again. Were they even a family? Were Lucy and him even together? Future Jiya had said they were sweet. So, it would only make sense they were together. But how could they be? He had made a decision after his wife and daughter had been murdered that he would never love again.

He made a deal with himself that he would never get close to anybody ever again. He never wanted to go through the pain of losing yet another person he loved.

But then Lucy had come along and in a whirlwind of passion and light, she had shoved her way into his heart. There had been a moment where he had imagined a life with her. But he had pushed that aside real quick.

He hadn't been lying when he had said he would save his family only to leave them. How could he stay with them after everything he did? They deserved better. Lucy deserved better. And he was sure as hell that Grace deserved a better father than him.

How could he have been so reckless? To bring a child into this war?

"Down, momma."

Much like Garcia, Lucy's brain was running a million miles a minute. The loud voice of the girl in her arms forced her back into the real world, the sound breaking through the static in her ears.

"Momma!" The girl complained, pushing against her mother's chest.

Lucy's eyes widened and she leaned down, gently placing Grace on the ground. The girl went to take off, but Lucy quickly grabbed her hand, the words seemingly caught in her throat as she looked at the excited look in the girl's eyes.

"I won't go far, Momma. I know the rules." Grace said in exasperation.

Rufus snickered and Lucy turned throwing him a stern glare. The little girl's gaze followed her mother's and her face lit up, "Uncle Rufus!" Her tiny legs took off as she shot across the room, right into Rufus' arms.

"Hey Munchkin."

Grace pouted, "I'm not munchkin anymore. I'm a big girl. I haven't seen you in forever. "

"Forever?"

"Like hours!" Grace said throwing her arms out dramatically.

"Oh really? And where was I?"

Grace looked around suspiciously before leaning in and loudly whispering, "Secret spy ninja mission."

Lucy watched as Rufus bounced her daughter up and down in his arms. The girl's voice carried in the open area as she caught her Uncle up on what he had missed while he was...on a mission?

Her gaze swung around catching sight of the only other person in the room who could understand what she was going through.

Flynn. No. Garcia.

Garcia's body was stiff, his face drained of color, his eyes locked on the beautiful little girl across the room. Lucy reached out toward the man and he flinched away, "Fly-Garcia."

The man took a step back and looked as if he was about to take off when the little girl across the room called out, "Daddy?"

Terror flashed across Garcia's eyes and he cleared his throat, his hand over his head messing up his usually coiffed hair, "She can't stay here. It's not safe. We have to take her-"

Denise stepped forward, "Take her where? This is the safest place she can be."

Lucy turned to him, reaching out and almost touching him but thinking better of it, her hand just hovering inches away from him. The sound of tiny footsteps sounded beneath them and they looked down to see wide green eyes looking up at them, "Daddy? Are you hurt?"

Garcia shook his head as Grace's eyes narrowed at his arm in the sling, not seeming to believe him. However, instead of arguing the girl seemed to think better of it and asked, "Where are we?"

Garcia looked at Lucy desperately but the woman motioned toward him, so he swallowed hard before crouching down in front of Grace, "Um, the bunker."

Grace's brows furrowed, "Like Churchill's bunker?"

Lucy looked down at the young girl, her mouth wide open.

Rufus bent over laughing, "Well if there was any doubt we now know that she is definitely Lucy's daughter."

Lucy leaned down picking Grace up with a smile, "Exactly right, sweetheart."

Grace looked at her with a frown as if just noticing the bruises and cuts on her face, "Momma, did the bad man hurt you again?"

Lucy's heart skipped a beat and she could hear Garcia suck in a breath. Bad man?

Swallowing hard, she met the girl's concerned eyes before offering her a small smile, "I'm alright, sweet girl."

Grace nodded reached up brushing her tiny hand across her mother's face, "Okay, momma. When can we go home?"

"Home?" Garcia asked standing up, his voice cracking.

Grace nodded, picking at her mother's shirt, "Our house. All my toys are there. My stuffed bear. My books."

Lucy froze, her eyes meeting Garcia's equally confused ones. They had a home? A proper home? Future Wyatt and Jiya had said the war with Rittenhouse was still raging, so how did they manage to have a house?

Garcia's mouth curled sadly, "Well we can't go there now. You... you know you're in a different time, right?"

Grace nodded solemnly, "Yeah. Momma and Daddy explained that though you're my momma and daddy you're not really my momma and daddy yet."

"This is some Terminator shit going on." Rufus whispered.

Lucy shot him a look, "Rufus! Language!"

"Don't worry momma, Daddy told me not to pay attention to anything Uncle Rufus says."

Garcia smirked for the first time since their daughter had arrived. Lucy elbowed him, but he just offered her a wide smile.

Grace's head spun around as if she was looking for someone, "Is Luke here?"

Lucy mouthed "Luke" but everyone just shrugged, she turned back to the little girl who looked anxious, "Luke has... gone away."

Grace's eyes grew wide, "Like Iris?"

"What?" Garcia whispered.

Grace furrowed her brows, the expression looking out of place on a young girl, "Iris. My sister. She died before I was born, but Daddy tells me stories about her before she was gone. Is Luke gone like that?"

Lucy's heart beat painfully as she shook her head, "No, not like that, sweetheart. You'll see him again when you go back to your own time."

Grace shrugged, "Oh, okay."

Lucy's heart was beating out of her chest and she couldn't seem to catch her breath. And Garcia's eyes were dark, his hands shaking visibly.

Connor stepped up looking at Denise, "Why don't we give your parents some time to talk, Grace."

The little girl all but vaulted herself out of her mother's arms, "Okay!"

"We can grab some food. I know it's late and you must be tired but I'm sure we have some ice cream somewhere."

The little girl's eyes got wide, "Chocolate chip?!"

"Let's check and see!"

Connor and Denise took Grace by the hand and led her into the kitchen, the little girl practically vibrating with excitement.

"I don't understand how this happened." Lucy whispered.

"Well, when two people love each other."

"Rufus!"

"Alright, we got the hint. Have fun you two." Jiya practically dragged Rufus out of the room, the latter still laughing loudly to himself.

Wyatt, who had been oddly quiet the whole time, was standing there his face blank and white.

"Wyatt I..." The words caught in her throat. What could she even say?

"Save it, Lucy." The comment felt like a stab in her stomach and Lucy's eyes went wide as she watched him turn and storm out of the room.

"Well Uncle Rufus was wrong, it's not us, but Wyatt who's the dramatic one."

"Flynn."

Garcia breathed a laugh, "You can call me Garcia now. We're there. I think we've reached that point, what with having a child and all."

"How are you okay with all of this?"

"I'm not."

There was a moment of silence where the two said nothing. The silence seemingly better than dealing with the future that had slapped them both in the face.

"You know... a few months ago I decided I wasn't ever going to have kids." Lucy whispered.

Garcia shot her a startled look, "Why?"

When Lucy didn't answer, Garcia reached out, his warm hand touching her arm cautiously and when she didn't pull back, his thumb began to rub back and forth, "Lucy, why?"

She shook her head sadly, her eyes refusing to meet his.

"Lucy, you once told me before that I was the easiest person to talk to. So talk to me. Because obviously something changed or that beautiful girl wouldn't be in the other room right now."

Lucy swallowed heard, her eyes flitting towards his, "My mother kidnapped me-"

Garcia froze, terror rushing through his body, thinking of everything she could have gone through, knowing firsthand what Rittenhouse was capable of.

Lucy took a deep breath, "-when you were locked up. She made me do things. Horrible things. Things I don't want to ever remember doing. And she told me something. I...I'm the direct descendant of David Rittenhouse. I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want you to find out. The very people you are trying to destroy, the people who took your family away from you...they're me. It's me. I'm the heir."

Lucy's eyes were full of panic and Garcia could feel her heart racing as she continued to ramble, "How are we even together in the future? How can you look at your child and not see the future of Rittenhouse? How can you look at me and not see a monster?"

Garcia's hand rested under her chin, lifting her head so that she would look at him, "Lucy. Do you think I care for you so little that something like this would make me hate you? That anything could make me hate you?"

Garcia could see the spark of hope light in her eyes, but she just shrugged, "But back then with Rittenhouse's son... I just-"

"Lucy, we've all done horrible things to survive. It doesn't make you any less good." His hand brushed along her face, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone, taking care to avoid the bruises. His eyes darkened as his thumb brushed past one as if he was thinking hard about Grace's words about the "bad man".

Lucy leaned into his hand as he continued, his eyes locked on hers, "I'm not the same person I was before. I'm never going to be the same person I was before this fight. And I'm not the same broken man you met a year ago. And that's because of you. I once said I could never be a husband or father again after everything I've done, but I was wrong. That beautiful little girl over there is a testament to that. She is happy. She is loved. I could never hate either of you. You may have Rittenhouse blood. You may be their heir but you will never be like them. Because you're all heart, Lucy. You have suffered enough. You deserve to be happy, Lucy."

"Garcia, I-"

"Momma! Daddy!"

Lucy and Garcia turned around seeing Grace standing there jumping up and down, chocolate smeared all over her face, "Uncle Rufus had some chocolate hidden! Aunt Jiya stole it from his...mustache?"

Jiya looked down at the young girl, "Stash." She corrected.

"Right. Come on momma." The little girl run forward, grabbing both of her parents hands and dragging them both into the kitchen.

"Nah uh uh. I think it's about time for bedtime."

"But!"

Lucy shook her head, grabbing Grace's hand, "No buts. It's late. You had a long day of time-traveling. Bedtime."

Grace's lip pouted out and she looked up at her father, his eyebrow shooting up, a smile growing across his face, "Don't look at me. Listen to your mother."

"Fine. But I'm annoying Uncle Rufus for some more chocolate tomorrow."

Garcia smirked, picking Grace up, and resting her against his hip, her arms finding their place around his neck as if it was their typical position, "I'll help."

"Garcia."

He winked at the exasperated but amused Lucy before taking off down the hall, Grace babbling away in his arms.

After Grace in an old sweater of Flynn's, the little girl sprawled on his bed, her tiny body taking up the majority of the bed. Garcia handed Lucy a shirt and pants of his and she thanked him with a smile.

He turned to leave the room when a voice called out in the darkness.

"Aren't you coming to bed, Daddy?"

Garcia froze on his way to the chair in the back of the room. He turned around meeting eyes with Lucy before looking down at his little girl. He crouched down beside the cot and smiled slightly. He reached out his hand to brush away a piece of hair from Grace's face the same time Lucy's hand rose to brush a hand over her head, their hands meeting and hearts skipping as their eyes met.

Lucy cleared her throat before smiling down at the girl, "I don't think the bed is big enough, sweetheart."

Grace pouted, "But we all fit on the couch that one night at Uncle Rufus's place."

The two blushed as they remembered a night a few weeks ago when they had fallen asleep together on the couch in the bunker after watching an old western movie.

"Maybe another night?"

"Alright, momma."

Grace slid down and Lucy followed but not a second later the girl shot up, elbowing Lucy in the stomach, "Wait! Night kisses, Daddy!"

Lucy watched as Garcia froze before he turned around and with hesitant steps stepped back to his daughter. The little girl leaned over and brushed her nose against his and Garcia pressed kisses on either side of her cheeks and then her nose causing the girl to giggle before she did the same to him.

Lucy looked on in awe as she watched the usually hard man melt. He went to leave again but Grace grabbed him, "Now momma."

Garcia and Lucy stared at each other and he could see her swallow, her eyes darting to his lips. He leaned in when a loud bang sounded outside the door, startled he pulled back, clearing his throat.

"Goodnight sweetheart."

"Night daddy I love you."

"I love you too." The words falling out of his mouth before he could even think about it, but the moment passed as he quickly left the room.

Lucy laid in the cot next to Grace, the little girl curled up next to her, her fingers gripped tight to her mother's shirt.

It had to be early morning, but Lucy hadn't slept one wink.

She held on tight to Grace, worried that she would wake up to find that Grace had vanished or that this had all been an elaborate dream.

Lucy closed her eyes once more, begging her mind to go to sleep when the door to the room opened up. Lucy listened, recognizing the sound of Flynn walking on the floor. The man kneeled next to the cot and she could feel the heat radiating off his body. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the little girl's head.

"I'll always protect you, my Grace."

And just as he pulled back, Lucy could feel the hesitation as he leaned in once again. He pressed a kiss to her forehead as well, before brushing a piece of hair out of her face, his thumb caressing her cheek.

It wasn't until the door closed behind him that Lucy remembered to breathe.

Next up: Domestic Garcy and Grace and Rittenhouse sucks