Wooo! I'm glad people are finding this interesting! When i found out all about Alex i was so excited. His life was pretty amazing. Cant wait to tell you more through this story. Also please take certain historical things with a pinch of salt. I knew some things, but not everything. So don't hold me to it, i have done certain research, but not to the smaller things. So bear that in mind. Please keep letting me know what you think of this. Thanks for reading again!

"How do you know they are staying here?" Rufus asked, laying on the bed. They had rented a room for the night in the Tavern. Lucy had taken the other bed and Wyatt told them he would sleep on the floor. It only reminded her of sharing a bed with him in 1934, with Bonnie and Clyde in the next room. She was going to offer for him to join her, but with Rufus there it felt awkward, he never knew what had happened that night. Not even the kiss they had shared.

Wyatt was standing by the window that overlooked the docks, still on high alert for Flynn. One of his arms leaning against the frame above his head, "I bribed the Landlord. Said the Empress has a place two doors down with her ladies in waiting. Alex and Wood are here"

"And this French women...your other ancestor? She's one of the maids?" Rufus questioned, moved a hand behind his head for comfort.

"Apparently. That's what the history says. But i don't know her name" Wyatt replied scratching the stubble on his chin.

"Well there's only two of them, its 50/50. Just got to see who Alex gravitates towards" Lucy suggested. From what she remembered on the docks, both of the women were pretty. But she was more focused on Alex at time. She hadn't known that behind him was another one of Wyatt's direct ancestors.

"That would require us to travel with them," Rufus added, "how are we going to do that?"

Wyatt looked to both of them, obviously in thought, "I'll think of something"

Rufus shuffled in the bed, unsure, "And Flynn-"

"-i said i will think of something Rufus, just give me time" Wyatt snapped quickly. He was getting agitated again. Fearing being wiped from history for good if Flynn got involved. If he really was here to destroy Wyatt's lineage from Alex.

Lucy couldn't sit properly, she looked between both men, Rufus had now closed his eyes and Wyatt was back to looking out the window. She re positioned herself but it wasn't working. Her corset was digging in to her rib cage. She thought she would lighten the mood, "Remind me why we never bring a change of clothes on these trips?" she pulled at it, but it wasn't budging.

Wyatt looked over at her and smirked, at least she got him to smile, "Not comfortable?" he questioned.

"You try having your rib cage squashed and your boobs nearly at your chin" she stated in a huff and stood up, brushing herself down and tugging at the top of her dress.

Wyatt grimaced, "Er yeah, sorry. Can't relate to that one" he responded, still with a cheeky smile.

Rufus had now opened his eyes and sat up, "I can go and ask the landlord if his wife could lend some sort of nightie for you? " he asked, noticing her discomfort. At least she had Rufus to help her out, Wyatt just stood and laughed.

"Nightie?" Wyatt chuckled.

"Well there not exactly Pyjamas in 1880s South Africa" Rufus responded quickly. He had a point.

Lucy smile at their exchanged, "That would be amazing, thank you Rufus. I really don't think i could sleep in this" she looked behind her and tried to grab at the string on the corset.

"No problem," Rufus got up and left the room.

She moved over to the stand alone mirror and turned round, looking at herself and still trying to grab the string. A few failed attempts and huffing later...

"You could ask for help you know" Wyatt stated in a low voice, still leaning on the window frame. He was now looking smug and highly amused at her predicament.

She looked past the mirror at him, "No it's ok. I can manage" she gave another swipe and tried from a different angle.

"God your stubborn" Wyatt whistled in amusement, "do you ever ask for help?"

"Only when i know i need it" she snapped back.

"Wow someone needs some sleep"

She caught the string and had a moment of joy before losing her grip and it fell from her hand, "Which i wont get, if i don't get this stupid dress off!" her eyes wandered to Wyatt again. He was looking at her with amusement etched on his face. Clearly enjoying watching her struggle. She sighed, knowing she would just have to do it, so she gave up the fight, "Wyatt, could you help me please?" she whispered quietly.

Wyatt stayed against the window, the smirk never leaving his face, "I'm sorry i didn't quite hear that?" he cupped a hand to his ear.

"Wyatt" she responded sternly, not wanting to do this with him. He raised his eyebrows, still expecting it, but she gave in. For some reason she always gave in, "please can you help me?" she said a little louder.

Wyatt made one nod, he look out the window one last time, probably another check for Flynn. He faced her and all she could see was satisfaction, "See? That wasn't so hard was it..." he pushed off the window frame and came closer to her, "Ma'am"

Lucy rolled her eyes, she hated when he called her that. But another part of her loved it. It was their thing. Whatever their thing was. She turned away from him and felt his hands slowly tug at the string of the corset. His breath on her neck, he didn't need to be that close. Did he? Suddenly she felt the cool air on her back and knew it was exposed. Feeling a little insecure she turned. Which must have caught him off guard, because he was still looking down at where her back just was. He was close, he was breathing a little faster. His eyes met hers and stayed there. They didn't say a word for what felt like ages. She felt his breath on her nose. Her stomach flipped and wasn't sure what was happening.

The door opening made them jump apart and Wyatt moved back over to the window. Making it seem like nothing was happening.

Lucy cleared her throat as Rufus appeared with a white gown in his hand, "Aw Rufus you life saver! Thank you so much" she quickly kissed his cheek and disappeared into the bathroom. She took a deep breath as she fell against the door. Closing her eyes and clutching the nightie. Now she had to go bra free back into the room. With one man that was her good friend and the other...the other she had no idea what they were to each other.