If You Only Knew- Chapter 2

Authors Notes: Thank you so much to everyone who has followed, favorited, reviewed and read this story. I hope you enjoy the next chapter. ~Kiki

Arriving back at the lockers, Lucy opened the door and was very surprised to see Rufus standing there changing into his civilian clothes. His Civil War costume in a heap on the changing bench.

"I'm sorry Rufus," Lucy's face flushed immediately. "I can come back later."

"I'm almost done here. How's Wyatt?"

"He is very tired and looks worked over. He has a few stitches in his side, and multiple cuts and bruises but will make a full recovery. The doctor was giving him a shot of antibiotics and pain medication when I left him." Lucy explained while she riffled through her locker. "Have you seen him since we've been back?"

"No, I went to Mason's office after the debriefing with Agent Christopher." Rufus almost growled as he spoke. "I had to clear the air about a few things."

"Is everything ok?"

"It will be," Rufus paused briefly. "At least, that's my hope."

"What's your hope?" Wyatt asked, interrupting Lucy and Rufus' conversation as he came through the locker room door. "That I will be successful at killing Flynn and we can all get on with our lives."

Rufus looked hurt, "No Wyatt, that is not what I was saying."

"Are you sure?" Wyatt questioned further, the fatigue draining the color out of his face. "There's been a lot of chatter in the hallway. I even saw Agent Christopher and Mason arguing through the glass window in his office. When they saw me, Mason just pointed and started yelling at her again. I could have sworn I heard the word failure. That's just great."

"Of course your not a failure, your a decorated officer in an impossible situation." Lucy tried to explain. "No one understands this better than the two of us. Listen Wyatt, I miss my sister just like you miss your wife, and I would do anything to bring her back, so trust me when I say I understand."

"Trust is earned, not given Ma'am." Wyatt said without any emotion.

"How regimented of you to say, Master Sergeant!" Realizing her tone was not helpful at this moment, Lucy took a deep breath, regrouped and spoke a little softer. "Wyatt, I get that you are under a lot of pressure and your stress level is bordering on critical, but you need to get some rest. Please let me take you home."

"What I need is a shower." With those words, Wyatt was gone.

Lucy couldn't believe how frustrating Wyatt could be and even threw her hands in the air. "I don't get it."

"So, I'm guessing now isn't a good time to ask him what it feels like to have a six inch needle in the ass?" Rufus said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Probably not." After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Lucy looked at Rufus with tears in her eyes, exhaustion getting the better of her. "Rufus, do you think we are doing the right thing?"

Rufus looked a bit confused. "The right thing? I don't follow."

"The whole time travel mission?" Trying hard not to show weakness, Lucy wiped a falling tear quickly. "This has brought us nothing but pain and loss and we are just getting started."

"It's hard to tell right now, but if we find Flynn, eliminate him and save the past, then lets call it a win. But we have to try first." Rufus smiled awkwardly, "Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"What about GI Joe in there?" Rufus asked pointing to the door of the mens bathroom. "Would you like any help getting him home?"

"No, I think we will be okay. Hopefully, the hot shower will put him in a better mood. If not, it could be a long ride home."

"Okay, call if you need me." Rufus, looking back at Lucy, said as he opened the door to exit into the hallway. "You know that you are not alone in this. Right?"

"I know. That's what keeps me coming back." Lucy smiled. "Thanks Rufus and good night."

"Good night Lucy." Rufus said as the door closed behind him.

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Wyatt stood in front of the bathroom mirror and leaned on the sink. "You look like shit," he said to the reflection he didn't recognize as his own. He started to run his hands across his too thick stubble and then rubbed his eyes, the motion pulling at his fresh stitches. Curious to see his freshly stitched wound, Wyatt carefully unbuttoned his shirt slowly as the pain medication was finally starting to do it's job.

One, two, three…buttons, his fingers starting to tingle. Four, five, six...buttons, he was losing dexterity in his hands, but managed to free his body of the shirt without much pain. He tried to make sense of the unusual feeling, and held on tighter to the sink to keep himself from falling face first onto the floor. "What did they give me?"

Wyatt tried to fight through the haze by splashing cold water on his face and into the bowl below. However, when he looked back up at his reflection, the image of Jess was standing behind him. He should of been startled, but strangely he wasn't and even felt a strange calmness wash over him. Jess looked so beautiful, with her long blond hair flowing over her shoulders in cascades. He wanted to reach out to her and tried to speak, but his mouth wouldn't move as her hands wrapped around his waist in a tight embrace. "Shh," the voice whispered in his ear.

Wyatt knew this was impossible as Jessica was gone, but the scent of her perfume and the smell of her shampoo hanging in the air caused him to doubt his sanity. This had to be some sort of Mason Industries mind game brought on by the industrial sized syringe filled with god knows what. He wasn't going to give in to this imposter or was he? The soldier in him would never surrender, but the husband, lover and best friend was ready to throw in the towel.

The sweet torture continued as Wyatt felt 'Jess' snuggle into his bare back. Shivers moved through his body like electricity as she placed soft, slow kisses up and down his spine. The touch of her hands on his body was all too familiar which made the experience all too real. Wyatt fought to get the words out, "Am I dying?"

"Shh," The voice whispered again into his ear as her hands were unrelenting. Wyatt could see her fingers gliding effortlessly up and down the front of his chest, exploring from top to bottom in the reflection from the mirror. This was a Jess signature move and it brought Wyatt to the edge every time. For the first time in a long time, he felt peace and pleasure. Never wanting to loose this moment, he closed his eyes and leaned into her embrace.

"You are weak and you will fail your team, Master Sergeant Wyatt Logan." Wyatt's eyes flew open at the sound of the heavy accent. The reflection in the mirror was no longer the beautiful face of Jess, but the criminal, Garcia Flynn. His dark brown eyes reaching into Wyatt's soul as he continued to speak. "I know your deepest fears. You will lose everyone…again."

To be continued.