Author's Note: I saw a few of the promo scenes for 2.7 and just had to run with it. Can't wait to see how it plays out on screen but here is my take on what leads up to Wyatt and Garcia's confrontation in the bathroom.

Promises Broken In Anger

"Lucy, Lucy wake up."

"Mmmmmm, don't wanna. Comfortable."

Garcia smiled. So Lucy thought he was comfortable. He tucked that little tidbit of information away for future thought. Much as he enjoyed having her here, he was fairly sure she would not want the other members of their happy little family to know where she spent the night. He was quite sure that she wouldn't want Wyatt to know where she spent the night. That would definitely not be good. He knew that Wyatt was glad his wife was once again walking the face of the earth but he somehow thought the other man was finding married life slightly less blissful than remembered. Garcia saw the looks Wyatt gave Lucy. Saw how hurt Wyatt was everytime Lucy walked away or told him to go find Jessica. Not that Garcia cared overly much for the other man's feelings, he could sympathize somewhat, but if Wyatt knew Lucy had been here with him all night, Wyatt would, politely speaking, lose his shit. And he would not allow Wyatt to hassel Lucy. She'd been through enough at Wyatt's hands already.

"What time is it?"

" A little before 6:30. I figured you might want to be out of here before everyone else is up."

"Yeah, probably for the best."

Garcia immediately felt the loss of Lucy as she left his arms and stood. He followed her as she made her way to the door. Halfway through the door she stopped but didn't turn.

"Garcia, thank you."

As she started to move forward once again, he gently took Lucy by the shoulders and turned her to face him. When she wouldn't meet his eyes, Garcia cupped her cheek and lifted her face so he could look into her eyes.

"Anytime, Lucy. I mean it. Now go."

Garcia just hoped that Lucy knew how much he meant it.

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Breakfast was both pleasant and awkward. Pleasant in that he was able to laugh and joke with Lucy. Enjoyable as he, Lucy, Rufus, and Mason told Jiya, Jessica, and Wyatt, all about their adventures with Robert Johnson in 1936 Texas. Jiya and Jessica asked numerous questions, fascinated by the idea that the time team actually helped to record one of the greatest blues albums of all time. Curious to know what Johnson was like and if he had really sold his soul to the devil in exchanged for his talent. Mason was the only one who knew the answer to that and he was not volunteering any information. Awkward in that Wyatt spent the entire meal trying to catch Lucy's eye, draw her into a more private conversation, or staring at her like she was the answer to a prayer. When he wasn't focused on Lucy, Wyatt looked like he wanted to commit murder. Garcia was pretty sure he knew who Wyatt wanted to kill.

Unable to take anymore, Wyatt slammed away from the table muttering something about taking a shower. Garcia felt bad for Jessica. He could tell that she sensed the strange undercurrent of emotions that had been present throughout the meal. He wasn't sure, but figured that Jessica was probably aware of the reason for all of the tension when she excused herself not long after. Still, Rufus and Jiya remained pleasant to him so, again, he was making some progress.

Garcia was on the roster for meal clean up along with Lucy and he was glad. She'd seemed fine during breakfast but he wanted to make sure that she was okay with last night. Not that anything happened exactly, but still, between the sharing of memories and secrets and the fact that she'd spent most of the night in his arms, something intimate had occurred between them.

"Lucy, I don't really know how to ask this but - are you okay with last night?"

"What?"

"I just wanted to make sure that I didn't do anything that made you feel uncomfortable. I wouldn't ever want to do that."

Lucy just looked at him for a moment before closing the distance between them. She looked up at him and smiled. Warmth shining in her eyes.

"Garcia, nothing you did made me feel uncomfortable. In fact, right now you seem to be the only one in this hell hole that is concerned about my comfort. So thank you."

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Garcia was still smiling at the memory of Lucy's words as he headed down the hallway. He was whistling slightly as he entered the bathroom. That stopped as soon as he fully entered and saw the man standing at the sink. Wyatt. Damn. He took a deep breath, vowed that he would do nothing to mar the fragile almost peace in the bunker, and moved forward again.

"Any hot water left?'

"Stay the hell away from her!"

Fuck it! Six words. That was all it took for Garcia's vow to be forgotten. The man had no claim on Lucy. None. Jessica was his wife and Wyatt made sure the whole bunker knew it via the noises that came from their room on a nightly basis. While part of Garcia felt sympathy for Wyatt, what an impossible situation it was, how hard it must have been to walk away from Lucy, another part of him hated Wyatt. Hated him for getting his wife back. A chance that Garcia had been selling his soul for, mission by mission, for the last two years. It didn't matter that Garcia would never allow himself to stay with her, he still desperately wanted to step out of the time machine and find that Lorena and Iris were alive. Hated him for how he was rubbing his attempts to fix his marriage in Lucy's face. Hated him for still loving Lucy and not being able to let her go.

"Oh, you mean Lucy? You know she's not your wife right? That's the, ah, blond lady just down the hall, unless history's changed again."

Garcia couldn't resist taunting Wyatt. Smirking as he reminded the man just who was and was not his wife.

Wyatt looked up into the mirror and met Garcia's eyes. The look in Wyatt's deadly serious.

"I'm warning you."

"What is it you want from her Wyatt? 'Cause if you have a problem, I suggest you talk to Lucy about it. She's perfectly capable of making her own choices. Don't you think?"

Determined not to let this come to blows, Garcia walked towards the shower and away from Wyatt. He didn't look up again until he heard Wyatt slam out of the bathroom. Could have gone worse he supposed.

As the thin trickle of lukewarm water streamed down his body, he felt his anger, that had begun to calm, start to grow again. Only this time it was at himself, not Wyatt. All his resolve to not allow Wyatt to hassle Lucy gone up in smoke. Garcia's taunting was supposed to show Wyatt that Lucy had chosen to walk away from him. That he, Garcia, was the one Lucy was choosing to associate with. In all likelihood, what he had done instead was to send Wyatt straight for Lucy.