Dreams and Nightmares

Bunker, present day

It had been roughly four hours since the team had returned from 1919. Garcia had been in his room, aching to see Lucy and make sure she was alright, and trying to get himself under control. When they had first landed, he didn't trust himself not to punch Wyatt if he remained in the other man's company for a moment longer. Didn't trust himself not to caress Lucy's soft cheek, pull her into his arms, lift her mouth to his, and force her to see that there was someone other than Wyatt who lov- cared for her. Instead he fled to his room, almost the second that they had landed and paced until he had himself under some semblance of control.

His control was as good as it was ever going to get. His need to see Lucy overrode anything else. Garcia was out of his room and moving down the hall before he had time to second guess himself.

He stopped short when he saw her uncomfortably curled on the bunker's miserable excuse for a sofa fast asleep. Quietly, so as not to wake her, Garcia made his way over to the coffee table and sat down facing Lucy. Christ, I really am acting like a lovesick fool. Still that didn't stop him from sitting there and just watching her sleep like her own personal guardian angel. Yeah, guardian angel, that sounds way better than stalker. His inner self doubt was feeling extra verbose tonight.

Garcia had just tucked the blanket back around Lucy's shoulders and placed a lingering kiss to her forehead when Agent Christopher found them. He cursed to himself when he realized that she had witnessed his display of unguarded tenderness. Still, Garcia straightened and met Christopher's gaze head on and allowed her to see the naked emotion on his face and the desire in his eyes for Lucy. He wasn't ashamed of how he felt, but he was reluctant to be so vulnerable before a woman who viewed him as little more than a necessary evil.

Agent Christopher held his gaze for a few moments before speaking.

"Flynn we need to talk."

Garcia sighed, gave Lucy's cheek one last caress, before standing and following Agent Christopher to her makeshift office down the hall. Once inside, he leaned against the wall and prepared himself for the coming lecture.

"What I'm about to say goes no further than this room."

He nodded his head. Not what he was expecting but if this meant they weren't going to discuss what the Homeland Security Agent had just witnessed, Garcia was grateful.

"Earlier today Mason discovered something on a Rittenhouse hard drive that he managed to reconstruct. I don't know what it means yet but I feel that someone else in the bunker should be aware. I've known for a while that you care about Lucy"

Well apparently they were going to discuss this. Great.

"and so that makes you the logical one to tell. Jessica Logan's picture was found in one of the files on the Rittenhouse hard drive. Mason is working on recovering more of the files, which will hopefully provide us with an explanation, but given Rittenhouse's desire to take out Lucy, I don't think we can be too careful."

Garcia's blood ran cold at the idea of what Agent Christopher was suggesting. The idea of Lucy living in such close proximity to a Rittenhouse agent for the last few weeks made him want lock her in his room and never let her leave. Or to remove Jessica from the bunker at gunpoint. He felt short of breath when he considered all the things that could have happened.

"Flynn this could be nothing -"

"But you don't really think so do you?"

In his years working for the NSA, Garcia had gotten good at reading people. He knew Denise Christopher didn't think that Jessica Logan was just an innocent victim of Rittenhouse surveillance any more than he did.

"No, I don't. But until we know for sure and decide on how to deal with it, I want Lucy to have extra protection. I think you can provide that. I don't want Jiya, Rufus, or Lucy to know. I'm not sure that they would be able to act naturally around Jessica if they knew."

He gave a quick nod agreeing with her assessment.

"It should go without saying that until we have definitive proof, Wyatt can know nothing about this."

Damn Wyatt Logan. If he hadn't been such an insensitive reckless ass, Lucy wouldn't be in danger right now.

"Flynn, I need your word on this. I don't want this information being used in one of your pissing contests with Wyatt."

Well, it wasn't overly flattering but it was an accurate description of both his and Wyatt's behavior. He didn't bother to speak, just gave another quick nod.

"I think you should probably move Lucy to your room for the night."

"She can have my room for good. I'll camp out on the floor outside my door. I don't want to make Lucy feel uncomfortable. I'll just tell the others that I'm taking the couch."

"I'll leave that up to you. When you're not with Lucy, either Mason or myself will try to be."

"Okay. I think we should also work on some self defense training. We can disguise it by including Rufus, Jiya, and Mason, probably best to add Jessica in as well. Wyatt and I can take turns teaching them. You should make that suggestion. Wyatt's not likely to go along with any of my ideas."

"Good point. I'll bring it up at tomorrow's team meeting."

Garcia just nodded and turned to leave the room.

"Flynn, thank you. And try not to worry too much, we won't let anything happen to her."

This time Agent Christopher's expression was full of understanding. Garcia simply nodded once more and went to carry a sleeping Lucy to his room.

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Garcia's head hit the door with a solid think. He had just settled Lucy into his cot and left her sleeping. She hadn't woken when he picked her up but she stirred when he was halfway to his room.

"Garcia?"

"Sshh. Go back to sleep. I'm just moving you somewhere more comfortable."

"kay."

And with that she snuggled back into his arms and closed her eyes. Half awake Lucy was just too damn adorable for his comfort. Which was why he hadn't lingered in his room. Contenting himself with another kiss to her forehead, he fled to his current position. He closed his eyes and tried to get some rest. Tomorrow was soon enough to figure out a way to convince Lucy to take his room.

Garcia was racing through the woods. He had finally found a musket at the home of Abiah Franklin's sister. It was starting to grow dark. He didn't know how much time he had before the fanatical Puritan's started executing the supposed 'witches.' He had to get to Lucy. If anything happened to her, he couldn't … he wasn't going to let anything happen. He would save her, and Rufus.

Just up ahead he could see flickering light and hear voices. Oh God, that was Lucy's name. Flynn stopped and peered around a tree at the edge of the clearing. She was at the top of a small wooden platform, noose around her neck. The charges of witchcraft were being read out against her by the prosecutor. He shouldered the musket and fired and missed.

Oh, God. Lucy was swinging. Garcia raced into the clearing swinging the stock of the musket like a weapon. He had to get to her. He could see that Rufus had managed to free himself and was also fighting his way towards Lucy. It seemed to take forever to reach her. Flynn didn't think he had ever been so scared in his life.

Garcia grasped Lucy around the legs to support her weight while Rufus cut her down. He gently cradled Lucy in his arms and felt for a pulse. Nothing. It had taken him too long to reach her. This couldn't be right. Lucy wasn't supposed to die. They were going to work together, be together. Her journal, this wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. The world receded as Garcia held Lucy in his arms, mourning the loss of …

He woke with a gasp. Heart racing, a cold sweat covering his body, his heart could still feel the fathoms of pain caused by Lucy's loss. Of her beauty, passion, intelligence. Just a dream. That's all it was, a dream. She's just on the other side of the door.

Even knowing that it wasn't real, that Lucy was safe, asleep in his bed, Garcia couldn't relax. She was the one person left on this earth that he loved. In the privacy of his own thoughts he could admit that he, Garcia Flynn loved Lucy Preston. He just hoped that he got the chance to show her. Tell her.

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Flynn's bedroom, Bunker, Present Day

Lucy sighed. The fire in Heddy's guest house cast a golden glow around the room. The sheets so soft and inviting. The body of the man currently wrapped around her was so warm, strong, and hard. His lips ghosted from her cheek down to the base of her neck. Large hands caressed her breasts, slid down to her hips, up her thighs, setting her body on fire.

Their moans echoed off the walls as skin slid on skin. His mouth feasted on hers. Lucy's hands slid through his dark hair as his big frame covered hers. His thrusts filling her completely.

"Garcia"

Lucy's eyes snapped open. Her heart was pounding, pulse racing. She could still feel Garcia's body on top of her, inside of her. Hear way he said her name, as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered. She burned from the desire that shone in his eyes.

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Wyatt's Room, Bunker, Present Day

Wyatt Logan tossed and turned in his sleep. The images racing through his brain were tormenting him. Lucy in that white dress singing about falling in love with him. Lucy's lips on his. Lucy in nothing but a gold necklace.

"Lucy"

Suddenly Wyatt's dream shifted. Lucy, in pain, being helped out of the Lifeboat by Flynn. Smiling and laughing with Flynn as they walked down down the hallway in the bunker. Lucy looking to Flynn before agreeing to speak with him. Lucy coming out of Flynn's room early in the morning. Lucy, moaning as Flynn caressed her beautiful alabaster skin.

"No, Lucy, don't."

Wyatt was completely unaware of calling out in his sleep. Lying next to him in the darkness, Jessica Logan heard each time her husband called out for the historian. Heard the desire in his voice. The distress. Well, well, hubby dear. I really don't think I can allow this to continue.