Author's notes: Cue me apologizing for taking so long but like...LIFE. Anyways I hope you enjoy this drama and angst with some fluff at the end of course I don't wanna kill you guys I love you too much. Hope you enjoy!

The alarm cut off abruptly, the bunker falling into an eerie silence.

Lucy's heart was pounding, her whole body screaming to race toward her little girl. But Garcia had a tight grip on her arm, stopping her from running into the unknown.

The silence grew. After the one scream, there hadn't been a sound from Grace, and Lucy didn't know how to take that. If something happened to her...she wasn't sure she would be able to come back from that. After losing her sister. Her mother. So many people. Losing Grace would tip her over the edge.

A loud crash sounded from down the hall, startling both Garcia and Lucy into action.

Garcia pressed something into Lucy's hands. Looking down, she gripped onto the gun with a fierce determination, trying to steady her shaking hands. Looking back at Garcia, she watched as he slid his sling off, grimacing in pain as he reached down and pulled another gun out from his waistband.

Her brows furrowed as she looked between the two guns, but Garcia just shrugged as if to say that even though this was their safe house, they were never really safe. He had learned that when his family had been murdered in their own home.

Walking side by side, the couple stalked down the hall, their guns aimed low. Garcia waved back at her, silently telling her to wait as he quickly turned the corner, lifting his gun up. After a moment, he waved her forward and Lucy followed quickly.

Her heart caught in her throat as she caught sight of a body lying motionless on the ground.

Wyatt.

Garcia bent down pressing his fingers against the man's neck, nodding when he felt the heartbeat. Lucy let out a sigh, but before she could relax even minutely, faint cries flowed from around the corner.

With a nod, the couple stepped fully into the next room. And Lucy's heart dropped.

Emma and Jessica stood at the far end of the room. Guns drawn. And in front of Jessica, stood Grace. The older woman's hand holding tight to the girl's shoulder. Grace's eyes were wet, but she struggled to hold back her cries. And when her eyes met Lucy's, her lip quivered once before her body straightened. Her attempt at being brave. The fact that her daughter had a life such as this, broke her a little inside.

Lucy's eyes flitted to the corner of the room, Rufus was kneeling on the ground, his body in front of both Jiya and Connor, the latter seemingly unconscious on the ground. Rufus nodded to her. Looking up she finally met Emma's eyes, the woman twirling her gun comically in her fingers.

"Emma."

"Lucy." The woman smirked. She knew she had the upper hand. She was in their territory but she was the one in control. Because she had Grace.

Grace was shaking as Jessica held her tight against her. The grin on Emma's face twisted as her eyes jumped from Lucy's horrified gaze to the little girl.

"Seems like you're not the princess anymore. I'd recognize that face anywhere. A daughter. I didn't know you had it in you." She said throwing a glance between her and Garcia. "What I want to know is how you hid it from us. From your mother. But in any term, this changes things."

"This changes nothing." Lucy gritted, her grip tightening on the gun.

"Au contraire. She's Rittenhouse. She's ours."

Lucy raised the gun aiming at Emma.

The woman scoffed, putting her own gun in her waistband, "Oh, stop embarrassing yourself. Put the gun down."

Lucy shook her head, her finger itching around the trigger.

"Lucy." Garcia whispered. Lucy threw him a glance, her heart stopping at the sight of a gun aimed at his head.

Garcia swallowed hard as the man pressed the gun against his temple. And with a grave expression, dropped his gun, reluctantly handing it over to the man.

"I thought you didn't believe in the blood." Distraction. That was her only tactic.

Emma walked over brushing a hand over Grace's head, "No. Your mother was all too concerned about bloodlines. It's an old-fashioned belief. I may not believe in that but I do believe in corrupting a young child. How do you think we got Jessica here on our side? Persuading a young girl isn't that hard."

Lucy watched as Jessica threw Emma a startled glance, her gaze traveling down to the small girl in front of her.

"Jessica."

The woman looked at Lucy, "Jessica, please." Lucy begged, her gaze dropping to the woman's stomach. She wasn't sure if she was even pregnant but maybe just maybe she would feel for her.

Emma rolled her eyes as she waved her hand, the man next to Garcia shoving at his back with his gun. Garcia stumbled, throwing a glare at the man as he walked stiffly over toward Emma.

When he reached the woman, she reached out her hand, a sly grin growing on her face as she brushed a hand over his cheek, her smile widening as he flinched back.

"And we could have been so good together, Flynn." She glanced down at Grace, "It's a pity."

With a shrug, she pulled out a knife that glistened under the fluorescent lights of the bunker.

Lucy took a step forward, but without missing a beat, Emma placed the knife against Garcia's throat.

"If that knife moves an inch closer, you're dead." Lucy swore, the gun shaking in her hand.

Emma smiled, her finger tapping against the knife handle, "Then let's make a trade. You can keep your daughter for now. In return for something."

Lucy blinked, realization dawning on her face, "You're not here to kill us. You need us alive."

"Need is such a strong word. I don't have to kill you now so why waste a perfectly good battle later on?" Emma mused.

"Daddy?" Grace cried as she tried to reach out for her father who was so close yet so far. The man tried to reach out, but the knife dug deeper into his neck, a line of blood slipping down his neck, and he groaned.

"Not now princess, the grownups are talking. Give me the journal, Flynn and I'll be out of your hair for the time being."

The journal? She had come all this way just for her journal. The things they could do with the knowledge in that journal could change the course of history.

"We don't have it." Garcia gritted.

"Now I think we all know that's not true." She said running the knife along his cheek, "I mean, I could just take your daughter here instead. I think that would be an even trade."

"No." Lucy said. She placed the gun down on the ground, holding her hands up, "I'll give you the journal, just let Grace go."

Emma feigned a coo, "Little Princess Grace." She pulled the knife away from Garcia's neck, shoving the man over toward his daughter. Garcia quickly pulled Grace away from Jessica, hoisting the girl into his arms.

Emma motioned toward Lucy, "Lead the way, Princess." Lucy nodded, catching Garcia's eye before slipping out of the room, followed by Emma.

Garcia started after them but stopped short when he heard someone cock their gun. Turning around, the goon Emma had brought, had his gun aimed at the man and shook his head. Garcia swallowed turning back toward the empty doorway, praying Lucy would be alright.

Just a few minutes later, Emma and Lucy returned. Emma, the journal in hand and smirk on her face. Lucy, however, was stiff. A vacant expression adorning her usually expressive face.

Garcia hurried over toward Lucy, taking care to keep Grace turned away from the intruders, "Lucy? Lucy, what happened?"

The woman didn't seem to even notice his presence, instead, her eyes unfocused as they stared into nothing.

"Well, it's been fun. Remember what I said, princess." Emma said before snapping her fingers and stalking out of the room, Jessica and their goon following quickly after.

Not long after Emma, Jessica, and their goon had left, Denise returned, finding the place and the travelers a mess.

"What the hell happened?" She said putting down the gun she had pulled out when she saw the door to the bunker blown open.

Rufus and Jiya were leaning over Connor's motionless body. Wyatt was sitting against the wall, holding onto his pounding head. And Garcia and Lucy were holding on tight to Grace, silent tears streaming down the little girl's face.

"Emma." Lucy stated.

Denise tensed looking around.

Garcia sighed, "She's gone." He paused, throwing a worried glance at Lucy before turning back to Denise, "She took the journal."

Denise nodded solemnly, "We need to leave. Now."

Even though they had just talked about switching safe houses yesterday, Denise moved fast. She had been scouting out potential bunkers casually for the past few months. And last night she had managed to find one that would accommodate the lifeboat and their seemingly ever-growing group of travelers. Even though it wasn't stocked and they would have to leave most of their belongings behind, they would at least be safe for the time being.

Rufus and Jiya remained behind to move the lifeboat, while everybody else climbed into an old mini-van.

To say the car ride was tense would be an understatement. Wyatt hadn't spoken a word since Jessica had left. Connor was messing with the radio trying to distract himself. And Denise drove the car tensely, throwing glances over her shoulder every few seconds looking for potential tails.

Lucy, Garcia, and Grace had the whole backseat to themselves. The family wrapped around each other, the little girl was still shaking slightly, not releasing her tight grip on her parents.

Garcia watched concerned as Lucy stared off into space, looking out the black tinted windows of the car. She hadn't spoken the whole ride except a few words to Grace here and there. He couldn't talk to her now. He would have to wait until they got to the new safe house.

It wasn't until hours later that they finally arrived. To their new home.

Introducing Grace to a new bunker was surprisingly easy. Even after such a hectic day, the little girl was relaxed as she explored the new space and began talking about how she would decorate the walls with new pictures.

Lucy, on the other hand, wasn't doing as well. After pressing a kiss to Grace's head, she tried to leave the room, brushing past Garcia on her way out. However, the man reached out grabbing onto her arm. After a moment of hesitation, Lucy pulled out of his reach and took off down the hall, ignoring Garcia as he called out behind her.

Lucy just ran and ran. Not really knowing where she was going. When she reached the end of the hall, she opened the nearest door, slipped inside and slammed the door shut.

Breathing heavily she sunk down, burying her head between her knees.

She wasn't sure how long she had been hiding, but she knew hiding away from the world wouldn't solve anything. Running away from her problems had never been successful.

"Lucy?"

Lucy could feel the man next to her and saw him kneel down out of the corner of her eye. As much as she wanted to push him away, she knew it would only cause her more pain.

"Lucy, what did she say to you?"

Lucy just shook her head silently as she looked down picking at the pills on her shirt. With a sigh, Garcia settled down beside her.

After a few moments of silence, she looked up. Refusing to meet his eyes, she reached out and ran a finger next to the bandage across his neck where Emma had held the knife.

"She was going to kill you." She whispered.

"What?"

Lucy rubbed a hand over her face, "That's why she came. She knew I hadn't read the journal. She was going to steal it and kill you. I would have lost you before- before we were even together. I would have lost Grace because she wouldn't have been born. I- I could've lost everything."

"But you didn't." He whispered.

"Because she changed her mind. Because for one second she decided not to be a raging sociopath. But that could change. She could kill you. Kill Grace. Kill our future. She has the journal, Garcia. What are we going to do?"

Garcia reached out, lifting up her chin so their eyes could finally meet, "We're going to fight. And we're going to stop her."

Lucy's eyes watered as Garcia brushed a hand across her cheek, "Garcia."

The man reached out, pulling the woman close to him. She rested against him, feeling his heartbeat under her ear. Matching her breaths with his, she felt her body begin to calm and she let out a sigh.

"Everything's fine. It's going to be fine. I promise."

He pressed a kiss against her head and she grabbed on tight to his shirt as if she was afraid he was going to vanish.

"I've got you."

Even though she was exhausted, Lucy wasn't able to sleep. She was comfortable just staying up to watch over Grace.

The room Denise had given them was actually two adjoining rooms. One for Grace, which she had been thrilled about, and one Garcia and Lucy would share. Overall, it was much larger than the closet they had slept in before.

Lucy sat on the couch in the room across from Grace's, the little girl's breathing echoing across the silent room.

Soft music played throughout the room, from an old radio Garcia had found in the closet.

The soft melody having lulled their daughter into a quick sleep.

Lucy rubbed at her face, fighting off the urge to sleep.

"Lucy."

Lucy looked up meeting Garcia's eyes, his gaze gentle as he reached out toward her. Placing her hand in his, she let him pull her up.

She furrowed her brows as he pulled her close and began to sway them slightly back and forth.

After a few seconds, Lucy leaned into Garcia, her head tucking against his neck, his arm wrapping tighter around her back.

"We are not dancing, just swaying." She mumbled.

"Is this not dancing? How about this?" Garcia pulled back and spun Lucy around once, a laugh sneaking out of her mouth, his lips quirking up at the happy expression on her face.

"That's better." She said pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.

His hand reached up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her lower lip. He leaned in slowly, stopping just a breath away from her lips, waiting for her. She lifted up onto her toes and pulled him down to her.

His lips touched hers gently. And without a moment's hesitation, Lucy pressed back. Her lips were soft but unyielding against his. A soft sigh tore from her mouth as he deepened the kiss, his arms coming up to wrap tightly around her. One hand snaked around her back while the other rose to weave into her hair, pulling her even closer to him.

She knew they were moving too fast. But she couldn't deny that feeling of his body solid and strong against her made her feel safe.

Her hands run through his hair, as his slipped under the back of her shirt, the hand burning like fire against her skin.

Lucy pulled away with a gasp, "Thank you." She whispered, pressing one more quick kiss against his lips.

He smoothed his hand over her hair before leaned down pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead.

"Anything to make you smile" He whispered before pulling her close to him once more as they continued to dance, the music flowing around them.

Author's notes: Sorry I had some issues with this chapter like it wouldn't flow properly so I hope it worked out well. Lots of planning in this chapter for later chapters so it'll all play out. Legit thanks for being the best fans ever like I love y'all 3

Next up: Rittenhouse jumps and Lucy has to figure out how to stop Emma meanwhile Garcia is stuck with Grace and things don't go exactly as planned