"Lucy? ...Have you been drinking?"

Lucky sighed. She felt hot tears come to her eyes. Of course he wouldn't believe her. "Wyatt... No, I'm not-I haven't."

"Lucy-"

"Wyatt, I'm serious. You are both in danger. It's..." Lucy lowered her voice which made her quiver more obvious. "Rittenhouse. Flynn said-"

"Woah, woah woah," Wyatt stopped Lucy. "You've been talking to Flynn?! Lucy!"

"He said he knows how to save Jessica and stop them."

"He says that all the time! Lucy you know I don't like you talking to him."

"Wyatt, you. need. to... Listen. Listen, Flynn said he'd call me back later. We have to listen to him."

"No, Lucy this is absurd. I'm going to call tomorrow and see if you're feeling better."

"Wyatt!"

Damn it! Lucy threw her phone across the room. She stood up and walked to her window. Opening up the curtains, she rested her hands on the sill.

She racked her brain, trying desperately to find some idea, or clue, of what to do.

She nearly screamed when her phone went off. Calm down. Slowly breathing in and out, she picked up her phone by the wall; thankful it wasn't broken.

It was a text.

From Flynn.

Did it happen?

Lucy groaned in frustration.

Did what happen? She replied.

"Lucy!" Someone called.

Lucy's heart stopped at the sound of her voice. Her hand went through her hair shakily. She's dreaming. I'm dreaming.

She started another reply to Flynn but couldn't find any words. It sounded so real, so close. She turned to the her bedroom door and stepped forward.

Her phone rang. That unknown number. Lucy shook her head and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Lucy, no matter what, stay on the phone."

"Flynn, I'm really not in the mood. Wyatt didn't believe. Like I knew he wouldn't. He didn't-"

"Lucy I'm home!" Came that other voice again.

It was real. It is real.

Lucy threw her door open and, rushed downstairs, forgetting she was still holding her phone to her ear.

"Don't fall in Lucy," the accented voice carried through. Lucy was only partially paying attention.

"Amy?!"

"Oh, there you are." Amy laughed. "I thought maybe you'd gone out."

Amy stepped forward and enveloped her sister in a hug. Lucy was in too much of a shock to respond.

"Lucy, don't." The voice on the phone continued.

"A... Amy?" Lucy shook her head. "You're... You're here?"

Amy smiled a little and rushed to the living room. She picked up the photo and it was normal again! The three of them were there. It was fixed.

Lucy turned back to Amy. "How's mom?"

Amy snorted. "She's at the store still. Something about a sale. Probably Snickers." Amy winked. Then she furrowed her brow. "Are you okay?"

Lucy's breath hitched. She wanted to laugh, cry, scream, smile. She couldn't do any of it. "I don't know."

~•~•~•~

Wyatt hung up the phone and sighed.

He couldn't deny the scare he heard in her voice, the panic. Was she drinking?

He hadn't known Lucy to drink that much. But heck, I didn't really know her at all. He ran his hand up then down his face, sighing.

Was she telling the truth? Is Jessica going to hurt him? Is she in danger herself? Did Flynn know how to fix it?

He hated himself for asking himself the last question but it crept up there. Wyatt shook it off as Jess entered.

She handed him his drink, "Everything okay?"

Wyatt smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, I think Lucy had a drink." He chuckled. "She's okay."

Jessica paused then smiled.

Wyatt noticed but played it off.

She still paused.

~•~•~•~

Another thanks to AlyssaWaite1 for the Amy idea. We'll get into that later though. I'm sorry for the long wait! Really sorry. But as I've said, I fixed my schedule so that I'll be writing a chapter in a book Evey night.

(Not the same book, of course.)

Just remember... That no matter what happens next... It's WyLu all the way.

But thank you for continuing!

-EJ