If You Only Knew- Chapter 8
Lucy was still in shock over what had just happened. Garcia Flynn was literally right in front of her for the second time today, rambling on again about Rittenhouse and her part in all of it. He sounded delusional and unbalanced, but desperate too. Would that desperation be the start of their work together and how did her so called "journal" fit into any of it? There were certainly more questions than answers at this point, but Wyatt was the top priority. In the moment, Lucy decided it was best to keep her conversations with Flynn private until she could do a little more investigating into his motives and the journal.
"Excuse me Miss," Steve interrupted and motioned for her to join him up by the front windows. "I think he is gone now."
Lucy breathed a sigh of relief when she walked towards the front of the store and looked out the dirty glass window. She could see Wyatt just as she left him, sleeping in the front seat of her car unaware of what had just taken place. He would be furious to know that Flynn had stalked the both of them and how he was completely helpless to stop it. Lucy started to bite at her lip nervously and shifted the shopping basket from one hand to the other.
Steve looked over Lucy's shoulder, "Is that man in your car alright?"
"No... I mean yes." Lucy answered with a slight hesitation, looking down into the basket with all the first aid supplies. "It's been a very long day."
"I bet it was." Steve commented while taking the basket from Lucy's hands. He looked a little shocked at how many first aid supplies she was purchasing.
"I'm very sorry if I caused you any trouble today."
Steve's eyes grew as large as saucers and a huge grin washed over his face. "It wasn't any trouble, it's part of my job."
"It wasn't any trouble, it's part of my job," would have been something Wyatt would have said. Lucy was really starting to realize just how much he was becoming a part of her life. "Can you include this too?" Lucy cracked a shy smile when she threw a single chocolate bar into her shopping basket.
Wyatt didn't have the luxury of any "sick days" with the Mason Industries job. It was "results oriented" and he couldn't produce "results" if he wasn't at work. Therefore, when he woke up with body aches and chills, his first thought was to the team and their next mission. Trying to sit up and stretch out his back to alleviate some of the stiffness, he was greeted with a concerned look from Lucy standing outside the passenger door. He didn't even realize she had opened it.
"Hi, how are you feeling?"
Wyatt could feel Lucy's hand on his forehead and tried to back out of her touch. "I will live; I'm just so cold. There's a jacket in my back pack, can you get it for me?"
"Sure." Lucy opened the door to the backseat and pulled the olive colored jacket out of Wyatt's backpack. She recognized it immediately; he was wearing it the first night they met. However, before she could hand the jacket to him a small picture fell out of the interior pocket and onto the ground. Lucy picked it up and scrutinized it closely. It was a candid shot of Wyatt and a woman Lucy had never seen before. The picture was worn around the edges and it was folded into thirds. Wyatt looked a little younger and way more carefree, as he kissed a beautiful blond woman next to him on the cheek. That woman was more than likely Wyatt's deceased wife, Jessica.
"Your quiet back there, did you find the jacket?"
Lucy didn't hear Wyatt, the only sound she heard was her heart beating rapidly in her chest when she turned the picture over in her hand. In tiny print on the bottom right hand corner, barely visible to the naked eye, were the words "Jessica and Wyatt, 2011." She stood there for a minute just processing what Wyatt must have gone through when Jessica died. She was struggling with her own sense of loss in regards to her sister Amy. Placing the picture back in the breast coat pocket as if nothing happened, Lucy shut the passenger door.
Switching gears, Lucy came back around to the passengers seat to hand Wyatt his jacket. She could see the white fabric of the button down sticking to his pale, clammy skin.
"What took you so long?" This time his voice was more of a whisper.
"I grabbed my cell phone." Lucy could hear her inner voice chanting, "liar, liar, pants on fire", when she unbuckled his seatbelt. "You have sweat through your shirt and I can also see you shivering."
Wyatt looked down at his torso, the pain in his neck and back shooting up to his spine in the process. The grimace on his face was not lost on Lucy. "I'm okay, please just take me home."
"I'm sorry Wyatt, I think it's time to call for help."
"You are my help Lucy. Either take me home or I will walk, it's your choice."
"Why do you have to be so stubborn? I'm in way over my head here." Lucy explained while unbuttoning his shirt, hoping to alleviate the dampness next to his skin. "This is more than a few band aids worth of patching up."
Wyatt was on the verge of vomiting, but still managed to plead his case. "What are you going to tell the paramedics about the hole in my side? Are you going to tell them we time traveled to 1865 and that I was shot by a crazed man trying to change history? You do know that by law, hospitals are required to report gun shot wounds to the local authorities." Wyatt paused and calmed down slightly. "Lucy…please understand, that putting myself in harms way, is part of my job. If you call an ambulance we will expose Mason Industries and their little "side project" and you will have no chance of getting Amy back."
Lucy understood, but it didn't make it any easier to watch him suffer needlessly.
"Please just take me home. You will be amazed at what a hot shower can do. Now help me get this shirt off."
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the latest chapter.~Kiki