Author's Note: The inspiration for this chapter and the name of the title was taken from the song entitled 'Do I Wanna Know' by the Artic Monkeys and the YouTube video of the same name from AllAboutTheGoodGuys. Love the song and video. Really felt that that is a question that Lucy, Wyatt, and Garcia are all asking themselves.

Do I Wanna Know

It had been quiet couple of days in the bunker. No jumps, so the team had some time to try to decompress. Lucy had reluctantly accepted the offer of his room. Blasted woman. Always so damn worried about everybody else. When would she put herself, her needs, first? Garcia knew she wasn't wired that way. He'd just have to work harder to make sure she took better care of herself. He hoped she'd start to let him take care of her.

Surprisingly Wyatt went along with the idea of self defense classes for the non-soldier members of the team. Jessica was also included, as Wyatt wanted to make sure that she could protect herself if Rittenhouse found the bunker. Garcia doubted that Jessica had anything to fear from Rittenhouse but he couldn't prove anything. So far Agent Christopher had come up with nothing and Mason was still struggling to recover more information from the reconstructed hard drive.

They taught the classes together. Wyatt refused to leave Lucy, or Jessica, alone with him. Still Lucy always partnered with him, not Wyatt. Garcia gloried in that fact. Delighted in feeling her body pressed against him as she tried to disarm him or he corrected her fighting stance.

It was during one of these training sessions, when Garcia was trying to remind himself that he wasn't alone with Lucy and she probably wouldn't be receptive if he pulled her into his arms and kissed her like he was aching to do, that the alarm went off. Rittenhouse had jumped to 1981. To the day President Regan was shot. And he couldn't go with her.

Fuck! Garcia hated this. He had been in first grade in 1981. There was no way he could go with her. Couldn't keep her safe. He was going to have to …

"Wyatt."

"Little busy right now."

Garcia stepped in front of Wyatt, who was walking towards the Lifeboat. With a jerk of his head he motioned Wyatt over to the far side of the room. Wyatt raised impatient blue eyes and motioned for him to get on with it. He took a deep breath, this was going to hurt.

"Look, Wyatt, I know you're not my biggest fan but I just need to ask … Please, keep her safe for me."

He hated the fact that he had to ask Wyatt for this. Hated begging the other man. But if that's what it took to make sure that Wyatt took extra care with Lucy's life, then he'd beg. Garcia knew Wyatt had his own reasons for keeping Lucy safe, but he wanted to let the other man know that he had a vested interest in Lucy's wellbeing.

Wyatt looked like he wanted to argue. Wanted to make some sarcastic remark. Instead Wyatt held his stare for a long moment and then simply nodded and turned to walk towards the Lifeboat. Two steps later, Wyatt turned back to face him.

Here it comes.

Wyatt swallowed hard and took his own deep breath.

"Would you check in on Jess for me? She's been feeling a little off. Maybe take her a cup of tea?"

Garcia simply nodded & Wyatt once again headed towards the Lifeboat.

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Wyatt's Room, Bunker, Present Day

Safely back from 1981, Wyatt walked into his room, after a shower, to find Jessica laying on the bed scrawling through her Facebook feed.

"Hi. What are you looking at?"

Jessica smiles somewhat sadly. "Um, just my family. What I'm missing down here. I don't know how long they're gonna by that I'm pouring pints on an Alaskan cruise ship."

"I'm sorry you have to lie." Wyatt just gives her a look filled with remorse. He didn't really think before he brought Jessica here.

He looks up at the picture on Jessica's phone. "Who's that?"

"Kevin."

"Kevin who?" Wyatt is positive that he's never seen this man before. He's met all of Jess' family so who the hell is Kevin?

"Kevin, my brother. You shoot pool with all the time."

Wyatt freezes. Turns to look at Jessica.

"What?" asks Jessica.

"Not in my timeline." Wyatt is wondering how this can possibly change. He thought his timeline was only different from Jess' for the last six years, but that can't be right. In his timeline Kevin died when Jess was a child. "In my timeline I never met him. He was uh, very sick as a kid."

"He had leukemia." Jessica sits up in the bed.

"Jessica, he died before he was three."

Jessica just shakes her head. "No, he didn't."

"How'd he get better?" Something about this seems off to Wyatt. He doesn't really feel comfortable with Jess' answer about not really remembering. He knows she was just a little kid but surely she would have heard stories. That's the sort of thing parents, families, would talk about. How could she not know?

"Jess, is there something you're not telling me."

"Yeah, there is."

Wyatt stiffens and takes a deep breath. That wasn't the response he was expecting. Certainly not the response he was hoping for. He doesn't know if he really wants to hear what Jess is going to say next.

"I'm pregnant."

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Garcia's Room, Bunker, Present Day

"Garcia, we need to talk. When you gave me the journal you said you got it from me."

Lucy just walked right into his room. Tension evident in every line of her body. Fuck! I'm so not ready for this conversation.

"Please, do come in."

Garcia's anxiety made him more curt and sarcastic than he usually was with her. It was just that he hadn't been expecting this. He was still trying to process the immense relief that he felt watching Lucy step out of the Lifeboat after the turmoil caused by her spending hours in the past without him.

"I want to know what you meant by that."

She was so serious. Did something happen in the past that made her upset? Had she started to read the journal and discovered the missing pages? He didn't think so. Somehow he had always pictured much more yelling during that conversation.

"Sure you want to know?"

Garcia had to be sure. Didn't know if he wanted her to force it all out of him or if he wanted her to walk away from the subject.

"Yes" Lucy resolutely said. "I do."

He closed his book and stood. Walked over to Lucy. Garcia needed to be close to her for this conversation.

"It was six months after my family was killed. I was, uh, alone, in hiding. The only thing keeping me from killing myself, was the idea of, um, stopping these beasts who had done this thing."

He couldn't meet Lucy's eyes. Christ, this is so much harder than I thought it would be. He was near enough that he could feel her stillness. Expression intent, she hung on his every word, barely breathing. Garcia wasn't sure if he'd ever been so aware of another person's presence.

"At that point, I had no … plans. I ran as far as I could. I ended up in some rattrap of an apartment in Sao Paulo, Brazil. I was on my third drink when you knocked on my door."

Garcia risked a quick glance up at Lucy. When their eyes met it was like the rest of the world receded. He held her gaze as he continued.

"You looked maybe five years older than you look now, uh, but no less …"

Beautiful, desirable, exquisite, passionate. He struggled for words, finally settling for "You looked good. You told me your name. You - you knew everything. How my family died. That Rittenhouse was behind all of this."

Lucy's big brown eyes were full of compassion for him. Luminous with tears for the pain he suffered. He didn't deserve her understanding. Didn't deserve her. Her compassion would make this next part harder.

"You told me there is a way for me to stop them, and that to do it, I was gonna need your help. And that's when you handed me the journal. So Lucy, you started all of it."

She shook her head in disbelief. "No, that's impossible. We can't travel into our own timeline."

"Okay, maybe not now, but maybe one day, Rufus and Jiya will figure it out."

"Wait, what are you saying? In the future …"

Garcia cut her off. He had to convince her.

"I'm saying, you knocked on my door one night. You handed me this journal. You warned me that I was going to be betrayed. That Rittenhouse would send a team to kill me two nights from that night, and then, you just left."

"But that doesn't make any sense."

"Well, Lucy, that's all I know." Mostly all I know. Please don't ask anymore. I'm not sure you're ready for the answers. I'm not sure if I'm ready to know what you'll do. "The rest, I suppose you'll have to wait and see what happens."

Without breaking eye contact, Garcia stepped closer. Reached out and tucked a curl behind her ear and briefly caressed Lucy's cheek. "We both will."

Lucy swallowed thickly. Energy was a palpable force coursing between them. Garcia felt that for the first time, she was seeing him as a man, not a terrorist, not a murderer, not a friend, but a flesh and blood man with needs and desires. That Lucy understood that he was speaking of more than the outcome of their war with Rittenhouse. Something far more personal.

Lucy took a deep breath. "Garcia, is there something else about the journal that you're not telling me?'

He stepped into her, so close that their bodies were almost touching. His hand was in her hair, grasping the back of her head, moving Lucy forward as his lips softly brushed hers.

"Yes."

Garcia gazed at her, momentarily dropping his shields and allowing her to see his desire. His thumb gently brushed her lips where his mouth had just been.

"But before you ask again, be very sure that you want to know."