Summary: Wyatt doesn't quite know how to put into words exactly what's on his mind. He doesn't quite know how Lucy is going to take… whatever combination of words eventually spill from his mouth. / Canon divergence from 1x09, The Last Ride of Bonnie and Clyde.

Just a quick little 'what if' fic. Bonus points if you can tell me how the title relates to the show/cast!


"Hey, about that kiss back there…" Wyatt doesn't quite know how to put into words exactly what's on his mind. He doesn't quite know how Lucy is going to take… whatever combination of words eventually spill from his mouth. He doesn't quite know if he's about to do the right thing. Does she even feel the same way? Probably not. I mean, after everything we said about meant-to-be's and possibilities and the lightening bolt, surely she thinks I'm still holding out hope that I can bring Jessica back.

He supposes in some ways he is. But not because he wants to be with her. Since joining this team, and going on these missions… since meeting Lucy, Wyatt's done a lot of thinking and reflecting on the past - in particular his relationship with Jess. He realises now that all this time he's put her on a pedestal. She wasn't perfect, like he's made out to Lucy and Rufus. Neither was he, or their relationship. If anything, it was the opposite. They always talk about the pressures of being the wife of a man in the military, but they never say just how hard it is. It put a strain on their relationship, and honestly, he's surprised they lasted as long as they did. He wants to bring her back because he owes it to her. Because she never deserved to die. Because it was his fault she was killed.

Lucy tilts her head towards him, a slight frown creeping its way onto her face. All words escape her, as she does a rather good impression of a goldfish, opening and closing her mouth several times. She almost feels like she doesn't understand a word of English anymore. "Uh… yeah. I- I get it. You were just playing a role. We should-" She wants to tell him that they should forget all about it. It'll be hard for her - impossible even, but she will if that's what he really wants.

"-do it again sometime." Wyatt stops suddenly, screwing his eyes shut tight. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! You idiot, Wyatt Logan! Why the hell did you have to say that!? "Uh…" He clears his throat. Just tell her you like her, and ask her out for a drink. It's simple. Easy.

His words catch her off guard slightly. Okay, a lot. She stops in her tracks, too shocked at his words to take another step. To move at all. Did he just say…?

Smirking slightly, he lets out a slight 'ha'. "I mean…" His face falls, turning serious, as he grabs her hand and turns her to face him. "We can go into details about- about Jess… and what we both may or may not feel later, but uh, for now I'll keep it simple."

"Wyatt-" Her brows are furrowed in confusion. There's a hint of hope, sparkling in her eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"I think it's time I stopped trying to fix the past, and start looking at the present." He nods his head slightly, trying to tell himself that, yes, he is doing the right thing. Jessica wouldn't want me to live like this. She would kick my ass so hard if she knew how I'd been living these past 6 years.

Lucy's brow straightens out, the look of confusion quickly replaced with one of wonder. "You mean…"

Wyatt tightens his grip on her hand and smiles softly at her. "I think it's time I opened myself up to the possibilities."

"Possibilities of what?" Rufus appears out of nowhere, startling the two out of the trance they'd fallen into. He drops her hand and brings his own up to rub at the back of his neck, as she picks up her period clothing from where it now drags carelessly on the floor. They both resemble children, whose parents have caught them with their hands in the cookie jar.

"Uh.. the, uh…" Lucy stammers, lost for words.

"The possibilities of grabbing a drink tonight." Wyatt reluctantly turns to Rufus. He wants nothing more than to tell the pilot that he's not invited. That he wants to spend one on one time with Lucy, but he knows if he does he would never hear the end of it from his friend. He'd rather his relationship, or possible relationship, with Lucy stay between the two of them until they both know what they want. Until they know if these possibilities are worth fighting for. "You in?"

"I am if you're buying." Rufus grabs the costumes from both their hands, and gives them to the technician-turned-stylist that approaches them.

Wyatt turns his head to Rufus, incredulously. He sighs and shakes his head. "I'll buy the first round."

"You guys mind if I ask Jiya to join us?" Rufus is off to find her before either of them can say another word.

Lucy grabs Wyatt's hand and prevents him from taking off after the other man. He turns to her, curious. "What were you gonna say? Before Rufus interrupted us?"

He takes a step towards her, his thumb rubbing softly across the back of her hand. "I was going to ask you out for a drink tonight."

Her smile widens. "Tomorrow… My mum's out of town for a few days, you could come over. I could cook for you."

Wyatt raises his eyebrows at her. He's experienced her cooking before. Granted it was 1754 and they didn't have much to work with, but he's pretty sure she's not much better in any time period.

She sighs and drops her head, her smile never faltering. "Fine. I'll order in."

"I look forward to it." He nods his head in the direction Rufus disappeared. "You ready to go, babydoll?"

She nods her own head in return. "Lead the way… sweetheart."


This has nothing to do with this fic, or Timeless, but if you're in the UK, please tune into ITV at 9pm tonight! Back in July, I was lucky enough to attend a screening of this first episode of Emilia Fox's new show, Strangers. It was so amazing and I can't wait for everyone else to finally watch it and to see how the rest of the story unfolds!