The team rushed to the dock and stared at the Titanic.

Rufus had a look of small hope and skepticism. Wyatt clenched his fist at his side.

"Come on," whispered Lucy, repeatedly.

"Yes!"

The all cheered as the horn sounded and the boat began trudging through the water.

"We did it!" Lucy said as she sighed. She gave both boys hugs.

"And on time," Wyatt said looking at his watch.

"Let's go home."

~•~•~•~

Wyatt pulled Lucy up into the Lifeboat. "Got it."

Lucy nodded and sat down in her chair. She reached behind her for the straps but couldn't quite reach.

Wyatt smirked, that stupid smirk, and pulled them over her chest. He leaned back in his seat and pulled his own on.

"So..." Wyatt began as Rufus began pushing buttons. "You guys should come to dinner tonight."

Rufus shut the Lifeboat door.

"You know," Wyatt continued. "To meet Jessica?"

Lucy froze.

"Jessica?!" Rufus turned and looked at him.

"Yeah. I... Texted you last night..."

"Oh my God. I'm sorry, I was holed up at Mason's last night." Rufus smiled at Wyatt, "Congratulations, man."

Lucy began fidgeting with her seatbelt. She knew she couldn't tell Wyatt; for his safety.

But that was tricky wasn't it? He could end up hurt either way. No matter what... He's in danger.

Lucy squeezed her eyes shut as the Lifeboat took of.

Then it landed, seconds later, with a sonic pop.

Lucy was still dazed.

Wyatt unbuckled himself, as did Rufus, and said something to him that she couldn't make out.

"How about you Luce?"

Lucy snapped her head up. "Oh," she unbuckled herself. "Yeah. Sure."

Wyatt had the biggest smile that, for once, reached his eyes. Lucy smiled back but it faltered.

~•~•~•~

The next morning, a grooming Saturday, Lucy sat on her bed looking at her hands.

Dinner went as well as can be expected. Lucy didn't speak unless spoken, tried to laugh with the group.

She noticed she wasn't the only one. Wyatt and Rufus were really the only ones talking. Nothing women were on edge. The occasional eye conversation between; they understood all of it, yet none of it.

Part of Lucy wanted to tell him. It could save heartache.

No.

He will still end up hurt. He could be mad at Lucy, mad at Rittenhouse-She didn't know and it scared her. He had Jessica! This is the happiest Lucy as seen the soldier.

How could she tell him she was ordered to spy on him by an organization that was hunting them all?

Lucy looked over her shoulder at the bedside table. Her soft black Android phone sat.

The next thing she knew, the said item was in her hand.

Her heart told her to tell him. It'll be better for everyone, it told her. But the her brain didn't seem convinced.

Her fingers slid across the screen and found Wyatt's contact; following the demands of her heart.

She stared at the contact picture that was a result of their boredom. In said picture, Wyatt's eyes were crossed as his cheeks were blown up like a squirrel with acorns in his mouth. Lucy tried to make a face but couldn't. She couldn't stop laughing at the face he was making. Any other person who had made the exact same face... She wouldn't be laughing as hard.

He's got Jessica.

She should be happy.

But she wasn't.

She was scared, jealous, angry, and frustrated. She didn't know what to do.

Her eyes tore away from the picture and to the phone button. The button that could make or break this relationship with Wyatt.

She jumped as her phone buzzed.

'Unknown Number'.

Her brow furrowed and she was hesitant but she swiped right.

"Hello?"

"I think I found a way to stopped this."

Lucy sighed as she recognized who it was. It could've been Rittenhouse for all she knew! "Stop what?"

"Rittenhouse," replied he. "To save your team, destroy Rittenhouse."

"How?" Lucy rubbed her temples.

"Tell Wyatt about Jessica, about your meeting with Rittenhouse."

Lucy silently gulped. "Flynn..."

"I think this could work."

She internally groaned. "You think everything you do is going to work."

The line was silent.

Lucy won this one.

"Just do it. I'll call later with more details."

Dial tone.

Lucy pulled the phone from her ear. The screen went from black to the previous thing she was looking at.

She took a deep breath then sighed. She hit that button.

"Hello?"

"Wyatt. Uh..." She cleared her throat. "We need to talk. It's about Jessica."

~•~•~•~

I'm so sorry this hadn't come out sooner. It's been a rough week.

I had it written on my computer earlier, just finished it, actually, and then it died. I was so. Mad.

A great big thanks to AlyssaWaite1 for sort of co-writing this chapter. She gave me a foundation. Thanks!

um... I'm sorry if things are feeling rushed...?

Lol I'm so out of it.

Thanks for reading!

-EJ