A/N: First time fic writer! After seeing all these amazing Timeless fics since last year (looking at you, OnceUponAWhim, TheVelvetDusk, LivingInSmilesIsBetter, rachelbee, Gracielinn, emilycare, and all the other amazing writers here), I decided to (finally) post a little one-shot I've had in my computer as a draft since last December, because who doesn't need more Timeless fics?! Reviews welcome :)

"See you later...baby doll"

"See you around...sweetheart"

As Lucy turned around to leave Mason Industries, away from Wyatt, she tried to push the thoughts away.

Tried, but failed miserably.

That kiss...that kiss that she felt through her whole body...did not mean anything. It couldn't mean anything.

They were putting on a scene for Bonnie and Clyde. That was it. They had to, or risk getting shot. They had to get to the key.

But then Wyatt kissed her. Right after the story of how he proposed to Jessica. Right after Lucy wondered if someone would ever love her the way Wyatt loved Jessica.

She couldn't help but kiss him back.

It was in the moment, she had to keep telling herself that. Even as they pulled away from each other, even as shock and bewilderment and something else she didn't want to name at that moment ran through her veins, even as she tried to memorize the feeling of him being so close and the worried lines on his face...it was just in the moment.

The hooch didn't help drown the truth.

Then later she had to go and mention possibilities of a new life with someone else to him. Squished together with him in a twin bed. Why did she even mention that? What was she thinking?! Of course she desperately wanted Wyatt to move on with his life. She hated seeing him suffer after all he had been through; he deserved all the happiness in the world.

But was it really only for that? When he turned his face to hers, did she not inch hers ever so closer to his? The reality was that for the first time, she wanted Wyatt to move on with his life...with her.

Damn it, she should have seen this coming since the day his strong hand held hers in the Lifeboat after Lincoln's assassination. Because she didn't want him to let go.

She tried to push the thoughts away again as she made it to her car and just sat there. She couldn't do this. Wyatt was still grieving his wife, still wants to bring her killer to justice, still wants to get her back. He has more than enough to worry about. She did not belong in Wyatt's life as more than a team member. It was just his job, protecting the both of them through whatever means necessary so they could survive and escape.

...But then the memories of the kiss come flooding back and there goes her guard, crumbling bit by bit. Because like it or not that was not just her playing a role. In that moment, that kiss was real. Lucy wanted him to kiss her again...and again. She realized with dismay that she was falling for Wyatt Logan, whether she wanted to or not.

As Wyatt turned away from Lucy and headed to leave, his thoughts were a jumbled mess in his head. He felt it was right to apologize to Lucy for the kiss. It came out of nowhere but they had to sell the act. For Bonnie and Clyde. For the key.

Right?

Oh hell. That kiss...what was he thinking? It was for the act but then it happened. It felt so different...so real. As a Delta Force soldier, he always knew what to expect, but he sure as hell did not expect that jolt of emotion when his lips met Lucy's and she kissed him back. He hadn't felt that way since the last time he kissed Jess...shit. How the hell was this happening right now? He had to pull it together, and fast.

As he sat in his car, his mind raced through all the times he had spent with Lucy. There was always something about her. Since day one, she had a knack for infuriating him, and still did at times, but somehow, with her understanding, warm eyes, she was able to reach him when he was reminded of how broken he was. He found himself opening up to her on more than one occasion, something that he never expected. She could sit in silence and listen or give you the advice you never knew you needed...

Like those new possibilities she was talking about...she was right about moving on. He had lost that one person for him, but was there really no one else out there? Ironic how she had never experienced that "lightning bolt from the heavens", as she called it, but had suggestions for clearing the brewing storm in his head.

Then he had turned his face to hers and her eyes focused on his...how was it possible, after all they had been through that day, for her to look as perfect as she did then? He was faced once again with that jolt of emotion, questioning if this was more than just "attraction and chemistry." And just for a moment, he wanted to find out. Just for a moment, he thought he would move his hand from behind his head to her cheek, lean in, and kiss her...if Clyde hadn't started snoring...holy crap.

As he finally reached his car, his thoughts jumped from Lucy to Jess. Beautiful, wonderful Jess, who never deserved to die, who was taken from him far too soon.

He felt something for Lucy...that kiss only proved it, as much as he tried to fight himself on it. But if there was a chance to save Jess, he had to take it, even if the thought of leaving Lucy behind gnawed at his brain and heart.

He didn't deserve Lucy. Not like this. She deserved an honest love, a true love, something he couldn't give her. Not when he was pining over Jess. Not when he was still so broken.

The confusion of the whole situation made him tilt his head back on the seat and close his eyes.

Because growing feelings for Lucy Preston were a lot to handle for one evening.