A/N: Last one before I have to go! The next chapter will be publish on next week so I hope you are able to wait until that ^^

Chapter 8

Lucy sat on the floor, her head hanging on her chest. She was now half asleep, the uncomfortable position making it harder to fully relax. Anthony had made sure she had gotten enough to eat while the rest of the group had been on their adventures. Lucy noticed that every time Flynn was back in the barn he looked more and more frustrated and ready to explode. Once he had even started yelling at his team.

She had managed to fall deeper into the dream world when the shaking ground woke her up. Groggily she opened her eyes and tried to focus her gaze. Flynn was mad about something and held his left arm.

"I've had enough of this!" he shouted.
"We need to treat that wound, sir," one of the men said carefully.
"Bring me the equipment, I'll do It myself."

Flynn took of his jacket and shirt, Lucy could see blood running down his arm. He shot an enraged glance to Lucy while wiping of most of the blood.
"Your friends," Flynn said to Lucy, "are starting to be a pain in my ass."
"Good for you then," Lucy replied, hoping nothing bad had happened to her team.
"They are messing with my plan. So I've decided to do something about it."

Flynn's tone didn't sound pleasant. Lucy swallowed nervously.
"You, my dear fellow, are going to have to play a part in it," he commented and began to stitch the wound.
"What are you planning to do?" she asked afraid of the answer.
"I'm gonna ditch you."
"Ditch me? Where?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm sick of your friends tailing me, I need to slow them down."

"You can't just drop me off somewhere in the history!" Lucy protested. She was terrified of the thought of being stuck in an unfamiliar place in time period that wasn't hers.
"Why not?" he asked giving a smile. "What's stopping me? You?"
"Think about it!"
"I have thought about it!" Flynn responded irritated. "And to me it is a damn good plan."

He finished the sewing and put the clothes back on. Lucy was transferred to the Mothership, only the pilot and one other man went in with her.
"I assume you can handle her?" Flynn asked the man who nodded confidently.

The door was shut and it didn't take long until they had reached their destination. The man, who happened to be the same one she had tried to discuss with earlier, grabbed her arm and escorted her outside. The pilot stayed on his seat.

The man put a bag on her head so that she wouldn't be able to see where they went. Then the man yanked her to their private walk. It wasn't a long way to go, Lucy noticed, maybe less than ten minutes. Then they stopped and she was tied to a tree, or at least that's how it felt to her. Her back was against the hard material and arms bent back.

Lucy heard the man walking away.
"Hey!" she shouted, the bag muffling her voice. "You can't leave me here like this!"
The man didn't even stop.
"Please!"

He didn't answer. The sounds of his steps faded soon and Lucy was left alone.