If You Only Knew- Chapter 4
Lucy felt the rumbling of her phone for what had to be about the sixth time in the past half hour. She sighed knowing it could only be her mother, texting the same question that she had asked five times previously. Taking her phone out to check the message, Lucy was not surprised to see in all capitals, WHEN R U COMING HOME? Lucy was frustrated and turned the phone off so she could think without interruption. Ever since she arrived home from the Hindenburg mission, her personal life had changed in ways she could never have imagined. If she was truly honest with herself, she wasn't sure how she was going to manage any of these changes. Lucy was angry, frustrated and unsure of her future.
Wyatt was walking towards Lucy when he saw her throw her phone angrily into her handbag. She looked upset and even began to pace nervously. Wyatt could only imagine what might have happened. He and Lucy had only recently met, but he already felt a strong desire to protect her and keep her safe. He hadn't felt this way about another woman since Jess. He had failed Jess, but he would not fail Lucy.
"Wyatt?" Lucy's voice cut through his negativity like a beacon of light. "Hey, there you are, how are you feeling?"
"I've been worse; I just want to go home."
Lucy wasn't sure that she would agree with Wyatt on being worse since he looked very rough right now. He was barely standing upright and his skin was slightly pale with a thin sheen of sweat. His breathing was a little labored too "Here, let me help you," Lucy offered, reaching out to take Wyatt's back pack off, and throwing it over her shoulder. The motion of Lucy taking the back pack off was quicker and rougher than Wyatt anticipated, causing a slight sway in his stance. Lucy reacted quickly to keep him from falling face first by securing one hand around his waist for support and leaning her hip into his injured side.
"Ow,ow, ow" he hissed as his back stiffened. "Please don't touch my side."
"I'm so sorry, Wyatt. I'm sure that really hurts."
"You think?" Wyatt snapped, hunching over and breathing heavily as he tried to speak clearly. "Remind me to have Rufus take some kind of field medicine training, before he removes another bullet from my body. I'm not sure I can make it through another one of his games of operation."
"I see you haven't lost your sense of humor." Lucy added.
Wyatt looked up at Lucy from his hunched over position, their eyes meeting in the brightly lit corridor. "I don't have a sense of humor."
"My point exactly," Lucy confirmed while she guided Wyatt back up into a standing position. "Let me help you to the car."
"You have helped enough already."
Wyatt wanted to continue to protest, but before he could get another word out, Lucy tightened her grip on his waist and pulled him into her body, even closer than before. "Just lean on me, I've got you."
Wyatt could smell the scent of Lucy's perfume circling in the air, intoxicating and relaxing him. The lure of sleep tugging at his brain and lowering his inhibitions. "You are something else, Lucy Preston. First you try to kiss me and now your holding me tightly and offering to take me home. People are going to start to talk."
"You are delirious, Wyatt Logan." Lucy teased as she walked Wyatt towards the car. "I wouldn't say breathing air into your lungs through your mouth in order to save your life qualifies as kissing."
"Probably not, I'm just glad it was you that found me instead of Rufus." Wyatt shuddered at the thought. "Talk about office drama."
Lucy couldn't stop herself from laughing out loud at the comment. "We're almost there. Just a few steps more. Do you think you can make it?"
"I'm glad I made you laugh." Wyatt confessed with a hint of boyish charm. "You are pretty when you smile."
"Thank you Wyatt," Lucy added trying hard to keep him on his feet until they could reach the car. This was a different side of Wyatt, one that Lucy had never seen before. He was softer around the edges and a little less guarded; however, more than likely, it was due to exhaustion and possibly the residual medication.
"Okay, this is my car. Just hold on here a second while I find my keys." Lucy said fumbling through her purse.
"This is your car Lucy? I never pictured you as a SUV girl."
"It's a hybrid."
"Of course it is." Wyatt laughed.
"Hey, don't give Mr. Grey here a hard time."
"You named your car, Mr. Grey?" Wyatt pretended to be shocked. "Well that explains a lot about you, Lucy."
"Very funny, at least it's paid for." Lucy confessed, opening the door of the SUV for Wyatt to get in.
"I'm sorry." Wyatt apologized with a grin. "It's just too funny, fifty shades worth of funny. Seriously Lucy, you need to get out more."
"I'm glad you find this so amusing." Lucy said, this time opening the back door, placing Wyatt's backpack and her handbag in the seat behind him. She could hear him hissing as he tried to find a comfortable spot in the leather seat. "What's wrong?"
"I think I may have busted a stitch open."
"You think you did what?" Lucy asked, trying not to panic. "Let me see." Walking back towards to passenger seat, Lucy could easily see blood seeping out onto the expensive white button-down shirt. Trying to sound as calm as possible, she reported, "Your bleeding."
Wyatt opened his eyes slowly and pressed at the wound in his side, trying to focus, but losing the battle quickly. "I guess I am bleeding," Wyatt said, showing Lucy his blood stained fingers. "Do you think Mason will want this shirt back now?"
"Probably not. Just wait right here, while I go inside and get a doctor."
"No more doctors Lucy. Please just take me…" Wyatt stopped talking suddenly when he realized Lucy was buckling his seat belt. "Uh Lucy, what are you doing?"
"Buckling your seatbelt. You said no doctors, so I need to get you home quickly."
"I can see that, but you do know I can do it myself, right?" Wyatt said through slurred words and half open eyes, fatigue and pain threatening to consume him.
"Yes and I can buckle my seat belt by myself too, but that never stopped you from helping me in the lifeboat before." Lucy tried to joke.
"Funny," Wyatt agreed, his eyes just a sliver of blue now, his head dropping to his chest. "I'm just so tired, Jess."
Lucy stood there, unsure of what to say. "Just sleep; I've got you now."
To be continued...one more chapter to go! :)
A/N: Thank you to everyone for the favorites, follows and reviews. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. ~ Kiki