A/N: One of the things I really miss from season 1 is how they looked through the clothes and Lucy/ Wyatt talks during those time (I mean I get that they're stuck in the Bunker and low on cash but wouldn't it make sense to stack up on at least some semi-time appropriate clothes? How can Lucy head off to Salem in jeans? That's a pretty big risk isn't it?). I'd really hoped we'd get at least one scene with them actually changing into their clothes (we got a little bit of it in 2x03 I guess), but with only 3 episodes left we're probably not going to have time for that! But that's why we have fanfics right!

A/N 2: I feel like the character I understand/have the best insight to is Lucy, which made writing her somehow both easier and harder. Easier because I feel like I can get into her head and harder because being "inside" Lucy's head is a pretty scary and confusing but also amazing place to be. She's super damaged but still somehow so strong despite all she's lost. There is just so many layers and stuff going on. Not sure if I manage to make that come through in the story but I tried my very best!

CHAPTER TWO - Out of the Bag

*Lucy*

Even though her favorite time when it came to the clothes was the 1930s and 1940s, the further back they went the more elaborate and different the clothes tended to be. And while they were terribly inconvenient in a lot of ways (especially in the forest or while running from angry people with guns) and not all that comfortable, there was a certain aspect of it she had to admit to liking.

Maybe it was the way the dresses had long layered skirts, just like the dress she'd picked out to wear to prom junior year with Michael Garrison (but never worn, due to him never asking her - she'd learnt her lesson from that and for senior year's prom she'd made sure everyone knew she was going to a debate tournament and NOT to prom. Which had been a lot of fun and like she said to Wyatt that night by the pool 'I regret nothing'. But for the longest time she'd wished for the chance to wear that poofy dress.)

She did always felt bad about stealing the clothes when in these times, where women might not have more than a couple of dresses and many were hand stitched.

"Give me a shout you need help with that corset," Flynn said as he handed over the dress he'd gone off to steal for her, but he was looking at Wyatt as he said it.

"I'll be fine," she said, snatching it from him and heading towards a group of trees in the field, to change.

She heard the guys - well Wyatt and Flynn - exchanging what sounded like less than friendly words. She wasn't quite sure what to make of Flynn's new protectiveness of her but she was glad for his friendship as of late. And Wyatt... well that was one can of worms best left untouched for now.

It was sunny and warm enough that shedding her clothes wasn't terrible, but she still did her best to hurry because who wanted to be standing around naked in a field - even mostly hid by a clump of trees?

About halfway up the lace of the corset, she started having some trouble with it. Because no matter what she'd just told Flynn, lacing up a corset was not an easy job to do on your own. Especially since this one was a little too large and wouldn't stay up unless she managed to lace it properly.

"Lucy?" Wyatt's voice came from right on the other side of the group of trees.

Swallowing back the desperate wave of sadness that always came along with being anywhere near him these days, she snatched the dress up. He might have seen her naked in Hollywood, but things were different now.

So very different.

"Do you need help?"

She wanted to yell at him to go away, to leave her alone, to stop making her heart hurt.

She wanted to run around the trees and into his arms and beg him to pick her instead of Jessica.

He wouldn't. Of course.

Lucy wasn't the girl that guys picked. Or anyone really. She was always the odd one. Aloof. Always apart, always alone. Too smart, too driven, too focused on school for most people, yet never quite enough for her mother. Not special enough or maybe too special, to get tenure back when she'd been teaching.

Other than Amy she'd never let anyone in. Sure, she could smile and talk and be the perfect daughter but she'd never felt connected to anyone but her mother and Amy before becoming part of the time team.

Now she had a family with them.

And for a short few hours, she'd had Wyatt.

Maybe, just for a few minutes, she could pretend she had him again?

"Yeah," she said, even though she knew she should be staying away from him.

He came around the trees, dressed in a smart era-appropriate grey suit with a green vest and red ascot.

It only took her a second to realize his outfit matched the green dress Flynn had found for her. Clearly taken from a couple that dressed to match.

So much for Flynn having her back. Everyone was going to think she was Wyatt's wife and each time someone said as much, it was going to hurt like hell because she wasn't.

*Wyatt*

"It's the corset," she said, turning away from him to give him access to the garment in question and her back. He still remembered, with perfect clarity, running his hands up and down that smooth skin that one night they'd spent together.

"Lucy," he said, taking a step closer to her and reaching out to grab the corset's string. "I wanted to talk to you about-"

"The mission? Good, well, the Dalton brothers are here to commit a robbery. The Wikipedia article said - and I can't believe I'm using Wikipedia as my source..."He had to smile at that and couldn't help but to let his fingers brush against her skin as he worked the corset. "...said a shootout occurred and a number of civilians were killed and injured. My best bet would be that they might be trying to save someone in the bank? Maybe they're Rittenhouse or important to them?"

"No," he said, gently tightening the threads of the corset and looping the top ones through the little holes. Even though what he really wanted to do was unlace the damned thing and get her naked. Totally unacceptable. He needed to get his head in the game. Stopping Rittenhouse priority one. And as soon as he talked to her, told her, they would get back to that. "I wanted to talk to you about-"

"About the timeline not changing for us but for the rest of the world?" she said, and immediately as he tied off the corset she jumped away from him. "That is interesting-"

"No, dammit Lucy," he said, grabbing her bare shoulders to make her stop babbling and listen to him. She looked up at him with those dark, brilliant eyes that just made everything in the world but her seem boring and dull."Would you listen to me for a second?"

She nodded and he knew he should let go of her and step back, but he couldn't. He wasn't sure what he was hoping for when he told her. What he thought would happen. He just knew she had to know and as long as she knew things between him and Jessica were over and that she'd never been (as Lucy had said a number of times) the "love of his life". That was someone else. As long as he told her, he was sure thing would work out. Somehow.

"I signed the divorce papers," he said, his words coming out quick but the surprise and confusion on her face made him sure she'd heard.

"I don't-" She stared up at him. "Why would you do that?"

"Because what she and I had, it was lost years ago. Long before she died," he said, letting go of her and stepping back. "I just couldn't see that through the guilt I felt over her death."

"But you love her," Lucy argued. "You loved her enough to risk everything, to get court-martialed and you only just got her back-"

"I loved Jessica," he said, not sure how to put it to make her understand. "I will always love her in a way. But she's not the one I'm meant to be with. She's not the one I'm in love with. The one who makes me a better man."

"But..." The way she was looking at him, the confusion, the uncertainty, the little flicker of hope, just about broke his heart. "I..."

"Guys?" Rufus called, fairly close on the other side of the trees. "Are we going to stop a bank robbery today or what?"

*Jessica*

"Excuse me?" Jessica said, making the federal agent - Agent Christopher - look up from her work.

"Yes?"

"I was hoping you might mail this for me?" She held out the envelope with her and Wyatt's divorce papers.

The agent took them.

Jessica tried to smile, but out of all of them, Agent Christopher was the one who made her the most nervous. And she always seemed to be watching, always around. Jessica wondered if she'd done something to make Agent Christopher suspicious, but couldn't think of anything. She'd played the part she'd been given. She'd been perfect...or as close to it as was possible.

"What is it?" Agent Christopher asked.

Jessica hesitated. "Mine and Wyatt's divorce papers."

"Oh," the other woman said, then nodded. "I thought you two were giving it another go?"

Jessica shook her head. "We were. But..."

She turned to leave but before she'd even taken two steps Agent Christopher said, "Jessica? I actually had something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Yeah?" Jessica said, turning, trying to keep her face neutral.

"I was going to discuss it with both you and Wyatt, but seeing as- well-" She smiled and motioned for Jessica to sit. She did. "I was thinking how it's not really safe for you here and maybe finding you somewhere more comfortable to stay until this is all over."

Jessica swallowed. Not good. She needed access to the bunker. It was her one job. To make sure she was here when everything was ready.

"What about Rittenhouse?" she said quickly. "Wyatt says they're very dangerous."

"Yes," Agent Christopher agreed, and there was an edge to her voice. "They are."

Their eyes met and Jessica felt like her mind was being read. Only that was, of course, impossible (just like time travel…) It lasted a long time. Jessica felt like she should have been holding her breath. But she didn't. That would have given her away. She'd trained to lie. She knew how to do it.

Finally, the staring contested ended.

"But I'm sure my agents could guarantee your safety," Agent Christopher said, looking down at the envelope on the table. "A special sort of witness protection. A whole new life for you. Wouldn't that be nice?"

Jessica nodded because it wouldn't make any sense to argue about it. It would be suspicious to do so. Why would a woman about to divorce her husband want to stay in the same Bunker as him? In such a strange and uncomfortable place? She wouldn't. So saying anything but yes, I'd love to leave, would be stupid.

"Yes, it would." She smiled. "In fact, I'd love to live somewhere with windows again."

"Good," Agent Christopher said. "I'll arrange it."

And with that Jessica was dismissed.

As she walked away she wanted to kick herself. She shouldn't have given her the papers. But clearly, the plan to get her out of the bunker had been in play before this...had Wyatt known? No. The agent had said she'd planned to talk to him about it too.

What did she do now?

Feeling more trapped than she'd had during all her time at the Bunker together, she marched past Jiya and Mason who were tinkering with some odd tech stuff and to her and Wyatt's shared room. Or maybe it was only his room now since she was leaving? Only she wasn't. She couldn't leave. Not now. Not yet.

She needed to be here for the plan to work.

Only she wouldn't be. She had a few days at most, possibly even less, depending on Agent Christopher's ability to put things into motion.

So the plan would have to change.

Tension flowing through her she yanked open the drawer where Wyatt kept his spare gun, she quickly checked the weapon and the mag. She tucked it into the back of her jeans, grabbing and putting on one of Wyatt's too big shirts to hide it.

She would wait as long as she could, but if it looked like she was about to lose access to the Bunker, she'd do what she had to.

So, we got some Lyatt and some Jessica acting shady stuff... hope you liked and I'd love to hear what you think is going on with Jessica!