Together

He could feel her reluctance the closer they got to the kitchen. Each step was slower and slower until he felt like he was leading her to the edge of a precipice and asking her to jump. Lucy was drawing back into herself and thinking so loudly that he was beginning to get a headache. He didn't blame her. He had his own reasons for not wanting to come face to face with future Lucy and the bearded one and he wasn't the one that would literally be looking at his future self. Still, he couldn't stand this. It felt like she was retreating from him even though he knew she was just anxious about what they would hear. He had to do something to stop her thoughts from spiraling into a panic attack.

"Garcia?" She looked up at him in puzzlement, confused as to why he had stopped their forward motion.

He gave no explanation, just gently pushed her into the wall, gathered her in his arms, and kissed the hell out of her. It went on and on until she was making that little mewling noise in the back of her throat that he loved so much. Kiss after kiss, he lost himself in her until the bunker disappeared. There was only Lucy rubbing against his body and making erotic noises that he would now hear every time he closed his eyes. His good hand found its it's way under her shirt until he was cupping her breast. His thumb caressed her nipple to a stiff hard peak. Her hips writhed against the thigh that he had inserted between her legs. She was turning to fire in his arms and he wanted nothing more than to let himself be consumed. He needed …

The hum of the overhead ventilators kicking on registered somewhere in the back of his mind. Hallway. They were in the hallway. They were both panting when he pulled away and rested his forehead on hers and simply surrounded her. God, she was so responsive. He could feel her body vibrating with need against his and all he wanted to do was dive back in. Focus. Meeting. You can do this. With extreme effort he marshalled his thoughts and tilted her face up to his.

"Draga, look at me." Fuck. Her eyes had gone nearly black with desire. Rufus. She needs him back. You both need to be in that meeting. "It's okay. I know you're anxious but I'm going to be right next to you. Nothing will hurt you. Understand?"

She let out a long shuddering breath and nodded her head. "Thank you. I just got caught up in my own mind. Just …"

"Together. That's how we're going to do this. You don't have to worry about anything you see in there. The future is what we make it." Yep, just keep telling yourself that lover boy. He had very little restraint remaining, it was costing him almost everything not to lead her back to his, their, room so they could spend the rest of the day lost in each other. He used the last of it to silence his inner self doubt. Lucy needed him to focus so they could work on getting Rufus back and that's what he would do.

She nodded again. Another quick kiss and they were on their way. He kept her tucked into his side as they entered the kitchen and the look on his face dared anyone to comment on it. They were all there, huddled around one of the tables, with the exception of present day Wyatt. Garcia really couldn't be bothered to give a fuck where the younger man was. He rather hoped the soldier didn't appear as one Wyatt Logan at the table was plenty.

As he helped Lucy into her seat he could feel future Wyatt's gaze burning into him. Garcia met the other man's stare and pulled his chair as close to Lucy's as humanly possible. Keeping eye contact, he draped his good arm over the back of her seat. Mine. No other commentary was necessary.

"Where's your evil twin?"

That earned him a hard glance and a pinch on his thigh from Lucy.

The bearded one considered him for a moment before replying. "If memory serves, I believe he's holed up in his room with a bottle of whiskey. At this point he's not gonna be in any state to add much to the proceedings so let's get started. The less time we spend here the better."

"Okay, Conner and Jiya, these are the plans from your future selves for the upgrades to your lifeboat. They seemed to think it would take you a week, maybe two to make the changes." Future Lucy took charge and passed over a complex set of diagrams, notes, and coding instructions. "Take a look and see if there's anything you need. I really hope you don't have a lot of questions because Wyatt and I aren't going to be a lot of help with that."

Jiya raised he head to look at them all for the first time. "Yeah, about that. Why didn't one of us just come back with you to make the changes. Surely that would have been easier."

"We discussed it." Future Lucy's gaze was sympathetic as she regarded the younger woman. "Neither you or Connor could face coming back here. One of the reasons it took us so long to come back was because you wanted to get the design perfect and make your instructions as clear as possible so that neither of you would have to."

While Lucy had been speaking, Connor had scribbled a list of items down. "Jiya, anything else you want to add?"

After a few minutes of looking at the list and plans, Jiya added a few more items. She passed the list to Agent Christopher for perusal.

"I should be able to have most of this here by the end of today. There are a couple of items that will take me a bit longer but this is doable."

"Good. Timeframe seem okay?" Future Lucy was back to glancing between Connor and Jiya.

"Probably closer to the two week mark but yes, Jiya and I should be able to manage this." Connor visibly brightened now that he had a purpose. Rufus had always been like a son to Connor and he was filled with energy now that there was hope that they could get him back.

"We don't think Emma and Jessica know that we are here. Future you managed to disable the tracker on the Lifeboat while still allowing us to be alerted to any jump by the Mothership but time is of the essence here. The longer we remain the greater the risk that they discover us. Next up, I don't know how much Jessica saw of the bunker on her way in but you need to assume this location is compromised and find a new safehouse."

Agent Christopher nodded. "Already in the works. We should be ready to move tomorrow morning. That means at least a portion of today needs to be spent packing and resting for those of you that are injured." Denise turned a motherly eye on Lucy and Garcia at the last bit. He nodded, message understood.

"Good. Wyatt, I am trusting you to inform your younger self of the move and see that he's ready to go."

This time Christopher's look was for future Wyatt. Garcia didn't think that Christopher was running interference for him exactly, more like making sure Lucy wouldn't be bothered with either version of Wyatt. Either way, he was grateful. Pain pills notwithstanding, he felt like hell and he was pretty sure his draga did as well. All he wanted to do was curl up with her in his arms and sleep for the next few days. Well, not all he wanted to do, but all he would be doing until they were both a little more healed.

Garcia turned to future Lucy and met her stare head on trying to convey a deeper meaning than the words that he spoke. "Perhaps we should leave it there for today. I think we will all have plenty to occupy ourselves with getting ready to leave this hell hole."

Future Lucy considered him for a moment before slowly nodding her agreement. Somehow she had read and understood both his unspoken demand for her to give his Lucy some space and his plea for more time. He didn't know, didn't want to know, how much time he would have with his ljubavi and he just wanted some moments of relative peace with her.

"Yes, I think that would be good. Getting moved to a new safehouse and getting both of you back to full strength is our first priority."

Everyone stood and started to go about their assigned tasks. Future Wyatt headed off in the direction of his old room while future Lucy went with Jiya and Connor to work on packing up the control room. Agent Christopher was on her phone before she was even out of the kitchen and then he and Lucy were alone once again. She turned and gave him a smile and lead him back to his room.

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Garcia pulled Lucy closer to him and enjoyed the soft smile that she gave and the way she snuggled against him in her sleep. They were finally packed. Lucy had been a whirlwind of energy, boxing up both of their belongings and bossily ordering him to do nothing more strenuous than fold his sweaters and take a nap. She took care of him and it was nice. It had been so long since anyone had done that. Thank you. He offered up both heartfelt gratitude for this moment of peace and pleas that he would get to experience more moments like this one.

Tomorrow, it would be a new start. It would be their room officially in the new safehouse. He wasn't sure he would ever understand how Lucy saw him or why she wanted to be with him. How she could be so forgiving. He knew he shouldn't allow it but now that she was his, he would take everything that she was willing to give him. He wasn't going anywhere until he was dead or she told him to leave.