This was born from a conversation with the goats a few weeks, possibly months ago. Also from my own experiences with spiders and showers - although I'd rather they had ended this way, rather than me unable to walk for 2 weeks, and then a fucked up knee for the rest of my life because I damaged the cartilage in said knee, and then never went to physiotherapy to fix it...
Also, if I said I had an idea for a 105 chapter fic involving Rufus/Riya and peanuts, would anyone be interested?
It's early when Wyatt wakes. A refreshing wave of silence has settled over the tin can he calls home, with his roommates all currently dead to the world, and likely to stay that way for several hours more. At least that's what he believes until the familiar, ear-piercing screech of one Lucy Preston has him throwing the covers off of him and snatching up his gun. Every worst case scenario runs through his mind as he hurries through the winding corridors, all of them involving Rittenhouse.
"LUCY!" He calls, as he reaches the bunker's only bathroom. The door is shut, and the chair they use to indicate it's occupancy is sat outside. He can hear the hammering of water against the tiles, but nothing more from Lucy. He tries calling her name once again. "LUCY!?"
A whimper, and then: "Wyatt!?"
She sounded scared, terrified even. He had never heard this tone in her voice, not even when Flynn had them face America's first serial killer.
"Wyatt, please."
He's hesitant in opening the door. They're in a good place right now. It's been 3 months since they lost Rufus. 2 months since they successfully brought him back. They've been working to build their relationship back up, and while they're no where near where they were before, things are good. Wyatt has no intention of ruining things by walking in on her while she's showering. Just the thought of her stood a few feet away, naked and wet, has his mind wandering into dangerous territory.
"Lucy, what's wrong?" He won't enter without her permission. "Are you decent?"
"I don't care about that, just come in here and kill this thing."
Her words bring him pause. What could there possibly be in the bathroom for him to kill? There's only one way to find out. He pushes the door open slowly, unsure of what he'll find on the other side. He sweeps the room with his eyes, his gun drawn ready to fire at anything that jumps out at him. Only nothing does. Lucy is stood by the row of sinks to the left of him, as naked as the day she was born, and it takes everything in him to keep his eyes averted. She doesn't make it easy when she moves towards him, crowding in close behind him. He can feel the heat of her body, pressed close behind his. She's hiding from something in the room, but he's still unsure of what has her so scared, so early in the day.
He takes a deep, shaky breath. Why does she have to make it so hard for him to remain a gentleman? "Luce? I don't see what I'm supposed to be killing here."
She points to the wall of showers to their right, water still sputtering from one of the shower heads on the wall. The steady stream of water distorting, but not hiding the dark, eight legged beast sitting on the wall. He clicks the safety back into place on his gun, and drops the arm holding it.
"Really?" He looks over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow at her. "All this over a spider."
Wyatt can't blame the thing for wanting to shower with her. It's a pleasure he never got to experience before... everything.
"Just kill it and get rid of it. Please." Her voice is small, she's clearly terrified of it - a fact he feels like he should already know.
He sighs and makes his way over to the offending creature, grabbing a handful of toilet roll from one of the stalls on his way. He squishes the spider with the paper, wiping it from the wall. Turning back to the stalls, he flushes the spider and the toilet paper down the toilet. Gone, job done.
"All gone." He makes his way back over to her, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She takes a step back before his hand can come in contact with her skin. He sighs. "Right. Sorry, I should… go."
The frantic shaking of her head is the last thing he expects to see.
"No. Don't go."
He frowns at her. Does she not realise the state of undress she's in right now? Does she not realise what affect its having on him?
"Luce, please. I'm not sure how long I can remain a gentleman, while you're…" He waves a hand in her direction, unable to say that one simple, not-so-innocent word.
She takes a step towards him, smirking as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Careful to avoid his hands, she reaches up on her tip toes, her lips caressing his ear. "Just make sure to wash that demon off your hands before you lose control, soldier."
"Yes, ma'am."
I should also say that the title of this chapter, isn't from the same song as the title of the others.
