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Here is chapter 2!

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Chapter 2: Feelings

When Lucy woke up the next day, it took her time to register where she was. Carefully, as sleep left her slowly, she cracked her eyes open and through the complete darkness of the room, she couldn't recognize where she was. What she knew for sure was that it wasn't her room. The shadows weren't the ones she was used too. There was no sign of her old wooden desk she had inherited from her grandmother under the window. To its place was some sort of old radiator that made too much noise as it blew hot air into the room, warming up the chilly air.

She turned her head slightly over and looked at the bedside table. There was a small digital clock flashing the numbers 6:56 in green lights, next to a sign stating that smoking was prohibited in the room and going against the rules would cost 75$ for the cleaning. That's when it all came back in a rush; the motel room, Rittenhouse, her mother, Wyatt.

At the thought of her teammate, she turned her body to the other side of the bed only to realize that she was trapped by strong arms encircling her waist. She blushed at the realization that those arms were Wyatt's. She didn't remember falling asleep next to him. In fact, she didn't remember much after leaving Wyatt's apartment. She didn't even know in what town they were. She figured that Wyatt must have had carried her to the first room he could find on the way and fell asleep next to her. They must have had gravitated towards each other in their sleep. Not that she wanted to complain. She felt safe in his arms.

She shot a look at Wyatt, verifying that he was still asleep, before carefully not to wake him up, she extirpated herself from the comfort of his arms and the warmth of the sheets.

She got out of the bed, wincing as she put weight on her injured foot, just remembering that she had probably sprained her ankle while running away from a home that didn't feel like hers anymore.

Jumping on her right foot, she slowly made her way towards the small bathroom, grabbing her duffel bag on the way. She closed the door behind her and leaned on the counter, before looking at her reflection in the mirror.

She was a mess; her hair was all dishevelled, she had dried tears streaks mingled with mascara on her cheeks and she was still wearing her rumple white shirt from the day before.

Desperately wanting a shower, she managed to get out of her clothes and step under the hot stream of water without hurting herself too much in the process. She spent close to 20 minutes under the shower, concentrating only on the feel of the hot water running down her body, washing away all her worries and locking them far in the back of her head. Eventually, the water turned cold, damn it cheap motels, and she had no other choice than to get out and wrap herself in a towel.

She quickly blew her hair, not caring that it was getting curly out of control and stepped into fresh comfortable clothes she had brought from "home" before going back to the room. Wyatt was still there, but he wasn't asleep anymore. He was sitting on the bed watching mute TV and he had opened the curtains. Pale rays of sunshine from the rising sun lighted the room.

"Hey," he whispered as he saw Lucy coming out from the bathroom, "How are you feeling this morning?"

She simply shrugged before limping to join him on the bed.

"I just don't know where to begin," she stated closing her eyes and resting her head on the headboard.

"We'll take it one step at a time Lucy, remember?" he asked softly, reaching for her hand and running soft circles on the its back.

"Yeah… I… Thank you, for being there. You and Rufus are probably the only things that haven't change in my life yet," she said turning to look him in the eyes.

"You will always be able to count on me, Lucy. I'm there for you," he repeated yet again. He'd repeat it a hundred times if he needed to, and he knew he'd have to repeat a couple of times in the following days.

"I guess we have to call agent Christopher. She's bound to wonder where the hell we have gone, with the mothership that disappeared and everything," Lucy sighed.

"I called Rufus last night before going to bed. I'm sorry if you feel like it wasn't my place to do so, but I thought they deserved to know what was happening and I couldn't bring myself to wake you up," Wyat said softly.

Lucy looked at him appreciatively, "Thank you, I… I wasn't ready to face them with the truth. I'm not sure I can deal with this yet, but I guess I have no choice. We should go back to Mason Industries"

Wyatt shook his head, "They are taking care of everything Lucy. They don't need us right now and they understand that you need time to process. For the mean time, I, will take care of you today," Wyatt stated.

"Wyatt… we can't just let them deal with all that by themselves," Lucy protested.

"Yes we can. And we will. We both know that you are too invested in this emotionally to think rationally right now anyway," Wyatt replied and Lucy knew he was right. She was caught way too deep into this mess to be able to help like she would want. It was better for everyone if she stayed out of it until agent Christopher required her or at least until she was ready to face the situation.

"What are we going to do then?" she asked.

Wyatt smirked, "First, breakfast. I don't know about you, but the last thing I ate was before we went to see Ethan as his senior home. A lot has happened since and I'm quite hungry. Then we come back here and we do what you want; rent a movie, read a book, sleep, play scrabble, anything" he enumerated and Lucy smiled.

"Well then I must tell you Sgt Logan that I never lose at scrabble," Lucy said with a small laugh.

"Antebellum?" Wyatt read skeptically as Lucy aligned her letters tiles on the scrabble cardboard, using letters from previous words at the same time.

"Yup, and don't forget to count the triple points bonus," she said with a wink.

"Is that even a real world or just the name of a country band?" he whined.

"It is a word Wyatt," Lucy laughed rolling her eyes, "It's a Latin word used in America's history to describe the era before the civil war. It kind of means before the war," she explained and Wyatt looked at her, impressed.

"Well I guess I'm going to lose that game now," he stated before showing her the only word he had managed to form; cat, using Lucy's T.

"Come on Wyatt! I'm sure you can do better than that," Lucy exclaimed before reaching to take a look at his plate. The only other letters Wyatt owned were a 2 K's a W and a E. Lucy laughed aloud, "No you're right, you're going to lose the game now," she said between a fit of giggles until she sobered up abruptly, tensing up.

"I used to play scrabble all the time with Amy," she said almost in a whisper, "It was our favourite game. We just challenged each other and could play for hours. My mother played with us too. Sometimes we even made history themed games. We could only form words that had an historical meaning, proper nouns included. I guess that was just a lie too. She probably pretended that she cared only to push me in the direction she wanted. I just… I feel like nothing I ever did was me. Like all my life was predestined without me ever knowing it. I've always felt like I was making my own way in the world, but now everything feels like a lie. Is anything in my life real anymore?" she asked close to tears.

Wyatt sighed at Lucy's distress. So far he had succeeded at trying to take Lucy's mind off the whole situation. They had gone for breakfast at a local diner where they had shared a plate of pancakes and some scrambled eggs before they stopped at a drugstore where Wyatt had bought stuff to finally bandage Lucy's ankle. Then they had gone back to the motel and they had started playing scrabble, laying on their stomach on the still unmade bed. But he should have known that even with the best intentions he couldn't keep Lucy's worries at bay forever. And it wasn't healthy to do so either. Sooner or later they'd have to address the situation and figure out a way to deal with it. As much as he wished he could protect Lucy, he couldn't protect her from the hurt she felt from her mother's betrayal. He could just try to show her that she wasn't alone. He'd never leave her alone.

"I'm sorry Luce, about your mother, really. I wished you could still count on her. I can't imagine what you must be going through…But I want you to know that not everything in your life is a lie. I am real, Rufus, Jiya and agent Christopher too. We all are real and we care about you. And you, you are real too. You're not the person your mother forced you to be. See, being here with me is just a proof of that. Instead of following in the footsteps your mother wanted too, you're refusing to take part of Rittenhouse. You're making your own decisions Lucy, never doubt that. You're real, I'm real, we are real Lucy," he reassured her and she nodded shakily.

Wyatt opened his arms wide, "Come here,"

Lucy buried herself into the comfort of Wyatt's arms, something she found herself doing more and more nowadays. She only felt really safe when Wyatt was there, and even more when she was in his arms. She was glad she could still count on him. She was worried and hurt about her mother's betrayal, but Wyatt was there to make it better.

"What hurts me the most is that in the other timeline, the real one with Amy, my mother never once mentioned Rittenhouse. Do you think she was still a part of it? Or that we changed something and made her evil? Was I playing for Rittenhouse without knowing about it? Did Amy knew about it? There are just so many questions in my head" Lucy sighed.

Wyatt bent down and kissed the top of her head softly, sending shivers down her spine, good shivers.

"I think that we can't know. I know that what I'm going to say could hurt, but what we've seen with the alternated timelines is that somehow people always end up doing what they were supposed to… Kate Drummond still died and Charles Lindbergh still became a class A asshole," he marked a pause to let Lucy digest what he was suggesting; that her mother had always been a member of Rittenhouse, "But I don't think that Amy was a part of it. From what you told me, she seems too kind for that. And if you ever ended up doing things for Rittenhouse, it was never willingly Lucy. No one is going to hold you responsible for that. The important thing is that we are trying to stop them now," he answered honestly.

Lucy nodded slowly, appreciating Wyatt's words of comfort. After a couple of seconds she broke the silence, "I think I want to go to Mason Industries tomorrow," she stated, looking up to meet Wyatt's gaze.

He looked surprised; "Are you sure? We can stay here you know. Agent Christopher can deal with it. She assured me that we can stay here as long as you need to"

"I know she can deal with it, but I don't want to stay hidden while she takes decisions that will affect my life. It is my mother we're talking about. It's hard to think that she could be part of something so… vicious, but I can't let her pursue this, nor can I watch from afar as people arrest her. I want to help, but I also want to talk to her. I want to at least try to understand and I deserve answers," Lucy explained while Wyatt tightened his hold around her.

"You never cease to amaze me Lucy Preston," he declared, "You're the strongest person I've ever met," he added, looking deep into her eyes.

They stayed like that for minutes, gazing in each other's eyes, reading everything there was to be read. The fear, the worries, but also tenderness and care.

Wyatt suddenly bent his head a little more towards Lucy and gazed down at her lips. Lucy's breath hitched as he did so and she felt her cheeks flush. Her heart accelerated as Wyatt got closer and closer and she was practically sure that Wyatt could hear it almost beating out of her chest.

Just as their lips were inches from each other, Wyatt's phone rang loudly, startling them both and breaking the tension that had built in the room, leaving them only with their cheeks flushed.

They let go of the hold they were in and Wyatt stood up awkwardly to grab his phone on the dresser.

"Rufus, you better have a good reason to call!" Lucy heard Wyatt exclaimed as he answered his phone, walking towards the window.

She chuckled silently at his remark. At least she wasn't the only one disappointed by the interruption. Or was she? Her heart was slowly getting back to its normal speed, but it was still fluttering every once in a while when she thought about how close Wyatt had been. He was going to kiss her right? It wasn't some sort of crazy hallucination of hers?

She was jarred out of her thoughts when Wyatt turned off his phone and took back his attention on her.

"Why was Rufus calling?" Lucy asked standing up to join him and straightening imaginary wrinkles on her clothes in a nervous manner.

"Just wanted to know if we were okay and tell us that Jiya seems completely healed. Nothing else happened since that weird incident at the hospital," Wyatt answered and Lucy looked at him, relief all across her face.

"That's great for Jiya! I was really scared for her she… she doesn't deserve any of this. I never thought time traveling could be so unpredictable," Lucy said softly.

"Yeah well I never thought time travel could exist," Wyatt replied with a playful smirk.

Lucy chuckled lightly. Her life had sure taken a pretty unpredictable turn in the past months.

"But you know what? I don't think I'd like to go back to what it was before," Wyatt stated, closing in the space between them.

"What… why?" Lucy choked out, her heart getting back to doing flip-flops and butterflies flooding in her stomach at their closeness.

"Because I'd never have met you," Wyatt answered honestly, looking into Lucy's eyes.

And then the fireworks exploded as Wyatt's lips came crashing down on Lucy's. She closed her eyes at the contact and melted in Wyatt's embrace who just tighten his hold around her, one head going to the back of her head to bring her closer.

Lucy tangled her hands through his messy hair and opened her mouth, deepening their kiss. How long had she been waiting for this? After Bonnie and Clyde, she had found herself looking at Wyatt in a completely different way. A way she thought Wyatt would never feel about her. When he had told her he was going to get Jessica back, she had been sure all her hopes were crushed. Still, she cared about Wyatt too much to be mad. It was his right to try to save his wife and it was all in his honor. So she had accepted to help him.

But then he came back to a world where Jessica was still murdered and her heart broke for him. Wyatt didn't deserve any of this. She had thought he would have only gotten worse, but somehow his trip to 1982 had helped him instead of bringing him lower, making him see that he still had things to fight for. Unknown to Lucy, he had realized that what he wanted to fight for was her. As much as he loved and would forever love his wife, he knew it was time to say good-bye. He had done every possible thing to try to bring her back without succeeding. It was time to let go. Jessica would have wanted him to be happy and she'd be forever grateful to Lucy for bringing Wyatt back from a world of guiltiness and remorse.

But that Lucy didn't know yet. All she knew was that Wyatt was kissing her, really kissing her, not just for show. And it felt good to know he was feeling the same way. So she kissed him back with all she had.

Eventually though, they had to break out for air, but Wyatt didn't let go of her, instead he rested his forehead on hers.

"I really want to explore the possibilities with you Lucy Preston," Wyatt whispered, voicing what Lucy had hoped, before once again engulfing her in a kiss that made her forget all her worries.