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A/N: Thanks to everyone who left a review and to the new readers who have just gotten on board. Sorry for the late post, it's been a busy few weeks. So I did get a bit stuck with my idea in this chapter so I want to thank Nick Shelton on Facebook and a few other people on there that let me bounce ideas off of them to help me through it so I hope you guys enjoy.

The old warehouse that housed the remaining members of Rittenhouse was quiet with the exception of things being thrown around in a smaller room in the back.

"What do we do now?" Doug dared to ask.

"How are we going to get rid of Lucy Preston without someone to pilot the mothership?" Jay asked as another object came flying out of nowhere.

The words registered as the vase hit the opposite wall of the room. "We get rid of her here, in 2020." The idea had finally come to Jack Cahill, the last true heir of Rittenhouse.

"Do you really think you can get past Wyatt Logan, ex Delta Force?" Doug dared to ask again.

"He can't always be there to protect her." He shot them an evil grin. "This is how it's going to work." And he proceeded in telling them how it going to play out.

Wyatt woke up with a stiff shoulder only to look next to him and find Lucy snuggled up against him, his body apparently not liking the extra weight there. It didn't matter to him though, the fact that she was safe along with his unborn sons, he would take mornings like that forever. He ran his hand under her shirt and he felt a swift kick. He was surprised when Lucy didn't wake from the attack but he leaned down and pressed his lips to the ever expanding skin of her belly.

"You boys really need to stop using mommy as a punching bag, she needs her rest." He whispered.

"I'm rested enough." She croaked, Wyatt looking up at her with a smile.

"How're you feeling this morning?" He got back to her level and kissed her.

"With a very fragile bladder it seems." She pushed herself up and wadded towards their en-suite as he chuckled. "What do you think Rittenhouse will do now that Emma is dead?" Her muffled voice came from behind the door.

"I don't want you to worry about that Luce, you have enough on your plate with those two." He propped himself on the pillow, putting a hand behind his head.

"We can't just ignore it Wyatt." She poked her head through the slightly opened door. "I doubt they'll stop coming at me just because we don't want them too."

"I'll deal with that, you just keep those babies safe in there and I'll do my job and keep you safe." He sat up and got out of bed, walking towards the bathroom as well.

"Fine!" She sighed, knowing it was useless to argue with him about this right now.

"I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." He kissed her temple as he walked into the en-suite, Lucy navigating her expanding body around him to go get dressed. He took a quick shower, not wanting to have his eyes off Lucy for too long, the threat just as present now as it was in the past. He found the bedroom empty as we wiped his hair off with a towel but he could hear noise coming from the kitchen so he put some jeans and a button down shirt before going downstairs.

"Breakfast is ready." Lucy announced without turning around.

"You wouldn't slow down if I asked you right?"

"Master Sargent." She turned around with a grin. "I'm pregnant, not incompetant, I can make breakfast."

"I would never imply that Ma'am." He grins as the word slips from his lips, grabbing both plates from her hands to set them down on the table for the both of them to enjoy together. "You know, we never talked about names." He asked as he put a forkfull of food in his mouth.

"We did say that we'd wait after the official ultrasound to be able to do that." Lucy agreed.

"Well even if I don't remember it in this timeline, the ultrasound is done so that means we can start thowing some around, see how they sound?"

"Sounds like a perfectly laid plan." They ate in comfortable conversation and after a little arguying, Wyatt made the dishes and Lucy watched him as she looked through a baby name book, her legs propped up against the chair in front of her at the table. What do you think of Ethan?" The sound of her question was muffled by the fact that her nose was in said book.

"I like it. Ethan Logan." He smiled at her as he grabbed the book from her.

"Hey, give that back to me." She raised her hand to try to get it but it was useless.

"I will but only if you join me on the couch." He gave her his hand and she gladly took it, following him towards the couch.

"Don't you need to get to the bunker?" She argued as she sat down on the couch, propping her legs on the coffee table.

"I still have a few more minutes." He grabbed his gun holster and slipped it around his shoulders before joining her.

"You know." She put the book down and moved to be able to straddle Wyatt's hips. "Not that I like it when you fire your gun but." Wyatt's hands were now sitting on her hips, a devilish smirk on his lips. "And trust me, that grin should be illegal." Her heart was pounding inside her ribcage as Wyatt moved his hands under her shirt.

"Illegal huh?" He laughed, his smile reaching his eyes.

"Damn illegal." She leaned down and kissed him languidly.

"You were saying?" His eyes were closed and he whispered the words, enjoying the feel of his wife against him.

"I wanted to say that it turns me on when you wear that holster over a casual button down."

"Maybe I should use that one more often." He kissed her again, his hand running under her shirt, along her back. Lucy was enjoying it, her arms now wrapped around his neck when the hand under her shirt stopped, his tongue slipping back against her lips, slightly pulling away from the kiss.

"What's wrong?" Lucy studied his demeanour and immediately saw him slip into Delta Force mode. "Wyatt, you're scaring me." He pressed a finger to his lips, signalling for her to keep quiet. Lucy did as she was told and removed herself from him so he could stand. He instinctively slid in front of her, a hand to her side so he could know where she was in his orbit and he drew his gun out, his ears perking up to find out where the noise was coming from.

"Stay behind me." He cocked his gun as she did as she was told as Wyatt moved quietly, Lucy following as best as she could with her belly being so big already. The living room was quickly cleared and Wyatt moved towards the kitchen. He was about to go in the basement when a window smashed in what he could only assume was the front of the house. He quickly turned to Lucy. "I need you to listen to me carefully Luce." He snapped his fingers in front of her eyes to catch her attention, her eyes already flashing with fear, her hand on her belly in a protective manner.

"Yeah." Brown eyes finally met blue and her wild, terrified heart slowed down for a few seconds, giving Wyatt her full attention.

"I need you to go in the room In the basement and don't open the door for anyone except me, and that's only after you've asked me the question and I give you the answer we agreed on, ok?"

"Yes." Her heart started pumping harder in her chest again as Wyatt kissed her quickly and she started down the stairs to safety. They had made a small room in the basement, a sort of safe house for any kind of emergency and Lucy simply closed the door behind her, dead bolting all three locks before her eyes scanned the ceiling, trying to hear any kind of indication that Wyatt was ok but the room was so soundproof that she didn't. "Please be careful." She whispered, her eyes closed, praying everything would be ok.

Wyatt moved quietly towards the sound, his gun raised. He had no idea how many of them there were but he was pretty sure he knew what they were here for. He moved his head back to scan for anyone out of his eye sight but as soon as he got closer to the front door, he was tackled to the ground and his gun kicked out of his hands. It didn't matter to him though because he was quick to get on his feet, his eyes already seeing four guys around him. He rushed the one closest to him to the ground and started punching but was soon pulled back by another who threw him roughly against the hardwood floor, kicking him in the side with a swift punch to the jaw right after. That only made him angrier as he spat the blood that had pooled in his mouth after the second hit and he blocked the next one, his feet pushing against the other guys chest, pushing him backwards, giving Wyatt enough time to get back on his feet and in a fighting stance. His back was now against the wall of the staircase leading to second floor, giving him a slight advantage against his opponents. It gave him time to analyse the bad position he was in as he tried to catch his breath.

His one thought was to keep Lucy, Ethan and their yet to be named unborn son safe and he'd go down fighting for that. He eyed his gun against the wall beehind the masked offender that was in front of him and that was his first target. The distance between them was small so it only took two strides to make it to him, his fist connecting so hard with the other guys jaw that he faltered, giving Wyatt the second he needed to retrieve his weapon. The guy came back at him and as he threw another punch and a knee to his gut, making him effectively fall to his knees, he fired once and it hit his first target right in the head, the lifeless body falling to the floor with a thud.

One of them he had lost track of during the fight and he was totally knocked out from behind, a sharp pain pulsing through his scull. He fell on his knees as little black spots danced in the corner of his eyes. He pressed a hand to the gash only to find a big amount of blood on his hand, darkness soon enveloping him.

Lucy paced in the safe room as worry settled in her gut. She knew that the added stress didn't help her or the boys but she couldn't help the feeling that was starting to envade her entire body as the minutes ticked away torturously slow. "It's ok, daddy's ok." She repeated, like a mantra as she rubbed her belly, mostly trying to convince herself that everything would be ok. "He's the best at his job and he'll do whatever it takes to keep us safe." Lucy couldn't evaluate how much time had really passed since she had hid herself in the room but suddenly, she felt a shift in the air around her. She looked towards the ceiling and then towards the door, hoping Wyatt would show at any minute but when he didn't, she took three steps towards the door and put a hand on the first lock. As she opened the first one, she could hear Wyatt's voice in her ear, making her promise to stay inside until he came to her, their secret password phrase the only thing she could trust but the feeling in her gut pushed her forward to unlock it, and then the second, and then the third. As she opened the steel door, she took two steps forward only to come face to face with Jack.

"Jack!" She couldn't believe he was in front of her.

"Glad you could join us Lucy." He smirked as a white cloth was put in front of her mouth, the world fading around her at the contact of the chloroform against her nose.

Wyatt's body gave a twitch as he came back too, a loud throbbing pain in the back of his head. He felt around his skull with his fingers and came into contact with some dried blood. "Damn it." He slowly rose to his feet, ignoring the dizzy spell that came at him with full force. He couldn't believe he had gotten the jump on him but as soon as he found his bearings again, his mind went into a panic over Lucy and the boys. He knew she was safe in the basement but he needed to see her with his own eyes. He scrambled down the stairs as fast as his throbbing body would let him but as soon as he turned on his right at the bottom of the stairs, his heart suddenly sank in his chest as he set his eyes on the open door, the room empty. "No, no, no no no." He physically moved inside to make sure his eyes weren't playing a trick on him but they weren't. The safe room was empty and Lucy was nowhere to be seen. He fumbled to find his phone in his pocket and composed a number he knew by heart now and waited for the person on the other end to answer.

Wyatt, where are you? The voice of Denise Christopher could be heard in the phone. "They attacked us at home, they have Lucy." He said, his voice cracking and his fingers running roughly through his hair.

A/N: So I had some trouble finding my groove with this chapter but I hope that you guys liked it and please take a few seconds to leave a review before you go, they always help writing better. - Sarra