If You Only Knew- Chapter 10

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Lucy stood by the window in Wyatt's bedroom and looked out into the dusky evening. The past hour had been rough, but she managed to get Wyatt patched up and back into bed without much trouble. He had been out of it for most of the treatment, teetering in and out of consciousness. Only within the past fifteen minutes did Lucy's hands stop shaking from the stress and anxiety of the whole procedure. She looked over at his sleeping form on the bed, his breathing coming in steady and even waves. He looked so peaceful and so much younger than his actual age, when he was completely relaxed. Wyatt was truly handsome, smart and athletic and she decided right there and then, that it would be very easy to fall in love with him.

Lucy turned back towards the window again and rested her forehead on the cool glass. There was still quite a bit of traffic on the street outside of Wyatt's building. It was way after rush hour, but there were a few people still out and about on the sidewalk. She smiled when she saw a young couple walking a dog and even a few people running under the bright street lamps with their fluorescent vests in full view. Lucy continued to scan the area with her tired eyes, landing on the headlights from the moving cars. Everything seemed to be so dramatic when the beams from the headlights danced up and down on the roadway, capturing Lucy in their hypnotic rhythm.

She could feel herself leaning further into the clear pane of glass, and felt powerless to stop her descent. Opening her eyes at the last minute, she glanced towards the street light on the corner. There was a man standing under the light who was not there just minutes ago. Lucy tried to get a better look at the tall, thin silhouette, but she couldn't make out who it might be. She started to panic and tried to run, but her legs wouldn't move. She tried to call out to anyone who would listen, but she had no voice. Suddenly Garcia Flynn was standing right beside her, his reflection staring back at her from the single plate of window glass in Wyatt's apartment. Lucy could feel his warm breath on her neck as his lips traveled towards her ear stopping long enough to tease, "We are going to do great things together."

Lucy jumped at the sound of her phone ringing, snapping her out of her nightmare. She had forgot that she had turned the volume back up. "Hello," she answered with a start as her heart beat like a race horse.

"Lucy?" Rufus sounded relieved and then concerned when Lucy's voice came across the phone in a high pitch. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Lucy yawned into the phone to disguise her rapid breathing. "I'm just tired."

"How's Wyatt?"

Lucy glanced over at Wyatt noting the damp sheen of sweat across his face that wasn't there earlier. "He's sleeping now."

"You didn't answer the question…"

"He's a little warm," Lucy added while filling a fresh bowl of cool water. "I'm pretty sure he has a low grade fever."

"And?"

"I'm just worried, I think he should be back at Mason Industries under the care of a professional," Lucy confessed.

"Did you explain that to him?"

"Of course I did, but you know Wyatt."

"That I do," Rufus agreed. "Do you need anything?"

"I stopped on the way here and picked up a few things. We should be good now." Lucy thoughts immediately went back to running into Flynn earlier in the day at the convenient store. He was never far from her mind and he was even starting to invade her dreams. Before her thoughts could begin to spiral out of control she walked towards Wyatt with the bowl of water. As she approached the bed, she could see him starting to move under the covers. "Rufus, I think Wyatt is starting to wake up now. I have to go."

"I'm right here if you need anything," Rufus assured. "I can be there in 15 minutes."

"Thanks." Lucy said ending the call before sliding the phone into the back pocket of her jeans. The feel of her phone in her hand reminded Lucy that she should return her mother's numerous calls and texts that she had left earlier. However with Wyatt so close to waking, returning calls would have to wait until later. Picking up the plastic bowl, she sat down next to Wyatt on the edge of the bed and started to wring out a wet washcloth.

Wyatt awoke slowly to the sound of Lucy's voice, first at a distance and then closer. He could not make out exactly what she was saying as the words were muddled and unclear. After several attempts to open his heavy laden eyes he finally found success and saw Lucy at his side. "Lucy...?"

"Hey there," she soothed. "Welcome back; how are you feeling?"

Wyatt let out a shaky breath, his fingers grasping at the comforter that was currently tucked around him like a makeshift cocoon. "Like shit…what happened?"

"You were shot by Flynn, do you remember?"

Wyatt tried to process what Lucy was saying, eventually recalling the events of the day. "Yes, I remember," he answered sluggishly. "Where is Flynn now?"

"The last update is that he is still in the present," Lucy explained briefly. "Mason Industries has not called on us since we came back from 1865."

Wyatt tried to sit up, but couldn't complete the task when the pressure of a large bandage began to tug at the raw skin on his abdomen, causing his eyes to water and his breathing to hitch. "I have to find that son of a bitch."

"Deep breaths…." Lucy tried to coax him with her reassuring voice, assisting him to lay back down against the soft mattress. She could feel his heart racing under the hand that was now resting on his clammy chest. "You need to rest. You will not be any good to us if you don't give your body a chance to heal."

"I need to be ready when Mason or Agent Christopher calls. I won't be caught flat on my back." Wyatt extended his hand towards Lucy as if it were a lifeline. "Please help me up."

"This goes against my better judgement." Lucy said quickly removing the comforter from around Wyatt, exposing his warm body to the sudden rush of cool air. Trying to position herself to help him up and into a seated position, she never noticed the odd look on his face.

"Lucy, where are my clothes?"

"Your clothes are in the bathroom." Lucy answered matter of fact and slightly naive.

Wyatt looked at her, giving her a smirk as if she was up to no good.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You were sweating and I undressed you to get your fever down." Lucy immediately went into a teaching mode, describing each step of his disrobing like a power point presentation in front of a group. Finally finishing up with a deep breath and a ..."You were covered in mud and still wearing the pants from the Civil War uniform. Do you want mud in your bed?"

Wyatt knew exactly how to push her buttons. He was imagining Lucy blushing as she took each article of clothing off of his motionless body. From what he could gather in the small amount of time that he knew her, was that she wasn't the most experienced when it came to men. However, he was pretty certain when her mom was sick, she probably did her fair share of care giving.

"I undressed you because that's what was needed," Lucy was clearly flustered and her face flushed bright pink. Wyatt noted the intense color made her more strikingly beautiful than normal.

"Uh..huh," he added with a grin.

"Don't flatter yourself Master Sergeant."

Wyatt was enjoying the playful banter and continued to egg her on with one word responses. "Okay..."

"You act like I stole your virtue." Lucy's high pitched voice was radiating with frustration.

"Maybe..."

Lucy sat back down next to him on the bed and cradled her head in her hands, covering her eyes. "I am so embarrassed... please say something more than a single word…"

TBC...