If You Only Knew- Chapter 7

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I've got some POV switching in this chapter, which I hope is clear. All mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: Don't own them, never will.

Lucy wasn't sure that leaving Wyatt, practically passed out cold, in the car was the best choice. He was pretty sick and needed a doctor, not a two dollar box of band aids and a bottle of ibuprofen from a roadside gas station. Why did he have to be so damn stubborn?

Upon entering the store, a young employee, with a name tag that read "Steve," greeted Lucy from his position behind the counter. He had only been on the job about three months, but had already earned the "Employee Of The Month" title and a bright red vest for exceptional service and attention to detail. "Hello, is there anything I can help you find?" Steve asked.

Lucy wasn't interested in responding right now; the thought of Wyatt in pain in her car was all she could focus on. She opened her mouth to try and speak, but Steve cut her off before she could get the first word out.

"Miss, are you okay? Do you need me to call someone?"

Lucy looked puzzled until she caught her reflection on the large security monitor that hung on the wall behind him. She had no idea that she looked this bad. Her hair was a mess and there was a little dark mascara streak trailing down one of her soft cheeks. No wonder Steve had questioned her, he probably thought she had some kind of personal issue or that she was under the influence of some heavy alcohol. Little did he know what she had been through the last 10 hours. "Yes, I am fine…" Lucy eyed the rectangular name tag and followed with, "Steve." Trying to give him a warm smile, she finished with, "Where are your restrooms?"

"In the back corner on the left hand side."

"Thank you." Lucy said politely, pulling her hand bag higher on her shoulder. She would take a few minutes to clean herself up and pull it together; just 120 seconds of unadulterated peace and she would be back in business. Unfortunately, when she reached the isolation of the restroom, no peace came, just more tears. She was kidding herself.

Meanwhile, back at the car, Wyatt could feel the dampness from his sweat soaked shirt, creeping slowly into his skin. A renewed awareness of how shitty his situation was resurfaced in his mind. He slowly moved his hand to scratch at the drying blood that now trailed down his hip and below. Wyatt didn't think it was possible to be in so much pain. This was a hard pill to swallow because he was the strong, silent type who would rather ignore pain than admitt to being injured. He put his head back on the leather seat and closed his eyes, silently praying that Lucy would hurry.

Lucy pulled it together the best that she could after exiting the restroom. She felt a little calmer and more relaxed than she had even five minutes ago. However, it was hard not to rub her red rimmed eyes as the gravity of their situation took hold; Wyatt almost died today. Lucy could feel the bile begin to rise in her throat when the image of Wyatt laying on the bathroom floor came to mind. She felt paralyzed with fear and suddenly worried for his safety. Following her instincts, Lucy walked over to the storefront window and looked out into the parking lot. She could see Wyatt in the passenger seat with his head back against the headrest either sleeping or at least resting. Satisfied that he was okay for the moment, she continued shopping. What Lucy did not see was the tall, dark stranger approaching the car.

Wyatt had given up the fight and slipped into blissful unconsciousness for the second time today. He never had a clue about the danger that was lurking just inches away from where he slept. However, instead of hurting or attacking Wyatt, the figure just stood there quietly looking him over and assessing him through the glass like some kind of museum exhibit. The dark eyes of the stranger began to scan his body from top to bottom and came to rest on the large patch of red seeping into the material of the white button down shirt. Satisfied with Wyatt's level of incapacitation and inability to be a threat, the figure turned on his heel and headed towards the door of the gas station store.

Lucy was debating between ibuprofen and acetominophen when she heard Steve's voice again from the other side of the store. "Hello is there anything I can help you find?"

"No, I think I found what I am looking for." Lucy's heart skipped a beat, when she heard the voice. "Hello Lucy."

Slowly, Lucy turned around and came face to face with Garcia Flynn. "What are you doing here?"

"It's a funny story really." Flynn let out a gruff laugh, his stark white teeth in contrast to his dark intense eyes. "I was driving by and stopped to pick up a few things when lo and behold, who do I run into but you Lucy?" Flynn placed his arm up on the store shelf and rested it there as he continued to taunt her.

"You're a liar."

"Liar is such a strong word," Flynn commented, stepping a little closer towards Lucy than necessary. "Would it be better if I told you that I followed you?"

"Wyatt..." Lucy whispered under her breath, somehow hoping he would hear her.

"Speaking of Wyatt." Flynn said, his eyes wide, scrutinizing Lucy's every expression. "I saw him outside and he's not looking so good. It's a shame really, he is quite a handsome guy. Too bad he's still stuck on his dead wife." Lucy looked perplexed at that last comment. "Your words...not mine. I've got your journal, remember?"

"You're a monster."

"You'd like to think that, wouldn't you?" Flynn stepped a little closer to Lucy, invading her personal space even further. Lucy almost gagged at the stench of stale coffee on his breath. "But you have no idea about all the great things that you and I are going to collaborate on...you'll see."

Lucy was trying very hard to stay calm, but was failing miserably. She thought of her mother and all the morals she instilled in Lucy and her sister Amy. The slogan, "Protect the past and save the future", was running through her head like a public service announcement. Unable to quiet the repetitive voice any longer she fired back, "Stay away from me!"

The altercation with Flynn drew something red into Lucy's peripheral vision followed by a slight cough. It was Steve showing a mixture of concern and alarm on his face. "Miss, is everything okay?" After her earlier appearance and the drama that was currently unfolding, Lucy wasn't surprised that he approached her. "Do you need me to call the police?" Steve asked, holding a cell phone in his shaking hand.

Flynn's eyes never left Lucy's as they continued their version of a good old fashioned standoff. "That won't be necessary; you see Lucy and I here are old friends." Flynn's voice trailed off slowly almost implying irritation with every syllable. "Even if she doesn't know it yet."

Looking down at the contents in Lucy's shopping basket, Flynn picked out a box of band aids and inspected it like he was choosing a diamond. A cocky smile crept over his face until it increased into a sinister grin. "I am determined to take down Rittenhouse and no one will get in my way."

With those words, Flynn dropped the box of band aids back into the basket and disappeared out the door.

To Be Continued…