A/N: Again, thank you very much for all your reviews and tweets. You guys are the best!

Thank you to my angel editor Lizzie and my Angst Brigade girls for keeping me motivated, even though our show is still looking for a new home. I still have faith. We're still fighting.

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They were mostly silent on their way to the car. Lucy handed him the keys when they got to the parking lot and found the unmarked black Sedan Denise had left for them. She trusted he would keep his word and take her to San Francisco to see Tyler. If she had learned anything in this past year, it was how to read Wyatt Logan and - despite everything - to trust him.

He looked at her surprised when she tossed the keys in his direction, but quickly snatched them in the air and pressed the button to unlock the car. Lucy took a deep breath and slid into the passenger seat, immediately buckling her seatbelt.

"Ready?" Wyatt asked her quietly, and she nodded. "Can you please text Rufus? Let him know we're on our way to the city?" He asked and she nodded again, feeling a knot in her throat just at the thought of texting her friend.

Just a few days ago, she had seen him get shot and die. Just a few days ago, she had seen her mother die. It felt like she no longer had her heart in her chest after Chinatown. Like these deaths had only left a heart-sized black hole in its place and all she could do was grieve.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she quickly wiped away a stubborn tear and pulled out her phone. She didn't want to feel like this. She didn't want to cry and grieve anymore, but she didn't know how to stop it, how to turn it off. Every time she looked at Rufus, she felt so incredibly relieved, but at the same time, she felt an insurmountable pain.

She wiped away another tear and quickly tapped out a message to Rufus. Once she was done, she caught Wyatt watching her, a look of deep sadness and understanding in his eyes. He reached out to her and squeezed her hand.

"Okay there?" He asked gently and she nodded, not trusting herself to speak just yet. She didn't even know why she was crying. "Alright, let's go see your brother."

The drive to San Francisco was quiet, each lost in their own thoughts. Lucy stole glances in his direction from time to time, sometimes meeting his gaze. She knew he thought this was a huge risk, but she was also immensely grateful that he was taking that huge risk with her.

It took them just over an hour until Wyatt was parking the car in front of the Cahill Residence. It was a little after 8, but the house was surprisingly dark and silent as Lucy and Wyatt stepped out of the car. His hand on her arm stopped her before she could make her way to the front door.

"You stay behind me, okay?" His eyes pleaded with her. "We don't know what we're about to find in there."

She covered his hand with hers and nodded. "I just want to talk to them. That's all." She reassured him, giving his hand a squeeze.

This was the most they had touched in what felt like months, but right now, she knew they both needed reassurance from each other. She most definitely wasn't ready to rehash anything between them, but this - their camaraderie, their trust - this would never change.

Wyatt led the way to the front door, gun in hand, with Lucy following close behind. She was about to ring the doorbell when he reached out and grabbed her arm, nodding at the door.

It was open.

That bad feeling she had before leaving the bunker multiplied tenfold, and she met Wyatt's eyes. He looked just as worried as she felt.

Pushing the door open with his foot, Wyatt kept his gun trained in front of him, ready to shoot at whatever came their way. He quickly cleared the expansive living room and they moved as one to the left, where she could see a sliver of light coming from one of the doors down the hall.

Wyatt looked back at her and touched his finger to his lips, asking her to stay silent. She nodded and tried to breathe in and out slowly, in an attempt to calm her racing heart. That was when they heard voices.

"The way I see it, you've got two choices, kid." She felt Wyatt freeze in front of her when he heard Jessica's voice. "You can continue to be stubborn and lose your mother and end your miserable life at 15, or you can accept your legacy and come with me."

"Please. Just let my mom go." Lucy heard her brother's voice for the first time and the anguish in his tone made her heart ache for him. "She has nothing to do with this. We don't want any part in it. Please ." The boy begged, and Lucy had to close her hands in tight fists to stop herself from just barging in there.

"Wyatt," she murmured, touching his back, but before she could say anything else, she felt something cold pressing against her back.

"Don't move."

A cold, male voice sounded in her ear and she felt Wyatt freeze in front of her for the second time, as she grabbed the back of his jacket tightly.

"Wyatt," she whispered urgently, but whoever that was just pressed what felt like the cold barrel of a gun harder against her back.

"Put your gun down." The man ordered. "Slowly." Wyatt did as he said and stood up again. "Hands where I can see them. Both of you."

Lucy raised her hands in the air and tried to control her fear by breathing. The man pushed her in front of him, telling her to walk. She bumped into Wyatt and grabbed his jacket again, trying to hold on to something tangible.

"Hey, Jess. Look who I found lurking in the hallway." The man announced, pushing Lucy and Wyatt into the room.

Lucy gasped when she saw Tyler for the first time. He was tied to a chair and there was blood dripping down the side of his face, like he had been hit with something. Her eyes quickly scanned the room and found an older woman across the room, also seemingly tied to a chair and gagged, with Jessica pointing her gun at her.

"Hey, Princess. Decided to join the party?" Jessica grinned coldly at her, and Lucy never felt as much hatred as she felt for Rittenhouse at that moment. "Your brat of a brother really takes after you in the stubbornness department."

"Let them go, Jessica." Lucy's voice sounded equally cold to her own ears and she tried to move in Tyler's direction, but the man held onto her arm so tightly that she was sure she was going to have a hand shaped bruise on her skin. "He's just a kid. What do you people even want with him?"

Jessica laughed.

"You see, Tyler here is the last living member of the Cahill line, other than old Ethan." She explained pleasantly, as if talking to a child. "He needs to step up and take his place within Rittenhouse. Start his training."

"What do you mean, he's the only living member? What about Benjamin Cahill?" Lucy questioned, but Jessica only shrugged.

"Killed himself in prison, last I heard. Good riddance." She said distastefully. "Never liked him." She shrugged again. "But Tyler has so much to learn. You can be great one day, Tyler. You can have the world at the tip of your fingers. Didn't your old man tell you about everything you're destined to do?"

"Please, just let my mom go." The boy begged again, and Lucy tried to take a step in his direction again, only to be pulled back forcefully.

"He's a boy, Jess. What are you doing?" Wyatt finally spoke up, making his way to Tyler.

"Wyatt, I swear to God, don't move." Jessica trained his gun on him and Lucy gasped. She wouldn't shoot him. Would she? " Wyatt. " She said again, but Wyatt moved in front of Tyler, shielding him.

"Wyatt, what are you doing?" Lucy asked incredulously. Did he really trust that his lying, not-dead-anymore wife wouldn't shoot him?

"Jess, come on." He insisted, and Lucy felt the pressure of the gun disappear from her back, as the man aimed his gun at Wyatt. "I don't know what they did to you in this timeline, but you can't do this to a kid. You can't think this is right."

"This is a war, Wyatt. You're a soldier. You know how these things work. You're just fighting a losing battle for the wrong side." She kept her gun trained on him and Wyatt shook his head, before looking at Lucy. "I see you're still hung up on the Princess, huh? Seriously, I don't even know why you bothered to try to give our marriage another chance."

Lucy met his eyes and saw him nodding after a moment, tilting his head discreetly at the man behind her. She wasn't exactly sure what he expected her to do, but instinct took over when Wyatt quickly reached inside his jacket and told her to get down.

The man was dead before she could even comprehend what had happened.

Lucy's breathing was coming out in ragged gasps, but she shook herself from the stupor she had fallen into for a brief second and ran to Tyler's side,crouching down beside him.

"Hey, Tyler," she tried to smile at her little brother, but he looked at her so scared, that she just wanted to give him a hug and tell him everything would be okay. "I'm Lucy. It looks like I'm your big sister."

"Nice to meet you." The boy replied with a trembling voice and she laughed shakily.

"Come on, Jess. Don't make me shoot you." Lucy heard Wyatt saying as she tried to untie her brother. "Think about the baby." He pleaded with her and Lucy felt warring emotions fighting for dominance in her heart. Wyatt didn't deserve this.

"God, Wyatt, there's no baby." She spat and Lucy watched as that piece of news hit him like a ton of bricks.

"You lied to me ?" He all but growled at Jessica, who shrugged. "Jess…"

"Wyatt, just get the hell out of the way. Believe it or not, I don't actually want to shoot you."

"Why would you lie about something like that?" Wyatt sounded so betrayed that Lucy yearned to reach out and touch him, comfort him somehow. "Do you really hate me that much?"

"This is so not the time to air out our dirty laundry, Wyatt. Just step away or I will shoot." Jessica unlocked the safety of her gun. "You have the Princess all to yourself now. Just let it go."

Lucy tried to tune out their conversation and focus on Tyler. She had already managed to untie his legs from the chair, but he had a zip tie tying his hands behind his back.

"How are you? Did they hurt you?" She murmured and Tyler nodded, swallowing hard. "We're going to get you and your mom out of here, alright?"

"Last chance, Tyler," Jessica called out and Lucy felt the boy freeze. "Come with us now or you can say goodbye to your momma."

Lucy heard the woman gasp as Jessica pressed the barrel of her gun against her temple. Tyler stood up, yelling.

"Please, just leave us alone. You can have your evil organization all to yourselves. I don't care about any of this. Let my mom go, please. I'm begging you, please." He sobbed and Lucy grabbed his arm to keep him from harm's way.

"Jess, let her go. Please. She's a civilian. She has nothing to do with this." Wyatt tried to reason with her again. "I don't want to shoot you. Don't make me do this." He also pulled the safety off and aimed at her head.

"Jesus, Wyatt. What part of this is a war did you not understand?" Jessica said exasperated and, before Lucy could comprehend what was happening, a shot rang out through the silent room, followed by a grunt from Wyatt. "Consider this a warning shot." Jessica said coldly and pulled Tyler's mother up. "Get up. You're coming with me. Since your precious boy decided to be an uncooperative little shit, you get to come in his place until he decides to cooperate."

"Jessica, don't do this." Lucy called out, running towards Wyatt as the top right corner of his jacket became soaked with his blood. "Wyatt! Oh, my God."

"Mom, no. Please!" Tyler called out desperately, but Jessica was already leaving the room.

Wyatt groaned in pain, but still ran out after her. Lucy called out after him and flinched when she heard another round of gunshots fired. Looking at Tyler, she watched as the boy stood there in shock, tears running down his cheeks. Even though he was taller than her, he still looked so young.

She tugged on his arm and made him sit back down on the chair. They were in an office of sorts, so Lucy looked around for a pair of scissors to cut Tyler free. It seemed like, now that Jessica had taken his mother, he'd gone into shock. Lucy had to call his name several times for him to finally focus on her.

"Hey, we're going to get her back, sweetie." She touched his cheek and wiped away his tears. "I'm so sorry you got involved in this mess. So sorry. I tried to stop it." She told him through her own tears, while cutting the zip tie behind his hands. Tyler flexed his hands with a groan and Lucy gasped at how bad his wrists were scratched.

"Lucy, you okay?" She heard Wyatt's voice behind her and nearly collapsed in relief. "I lost her." He groaned, trying to get his jacket off. She stood up and gently pulled it off his arm, frowning at the sight of his blood soaked shirt.

"It looks like it was through and through." She grimaced when she saw the exit wound on his back, swallowing hard to try to fight the bile that wanted to come out.

"I need to put pressure on it." He said through gritted teeth. "Is he okay?"

Lucy sighed and shook her head. Bunching up his jacket, she tried to use it to put pressure on his shoulder. Wyatt groaned again and she apologized profusely.

"I can't believe she shot me." Wyatt grumbled under his breath. "And the baby…" he shook his head dejected, and Lucy squeezed his hand. She knew what that kind of betrayal felt like. She had gotten it from her own mother.

"I'm so sorry, Wyatt." She shook her head, the guilt for his injury felt like it would swallow her whole. He never should have come with her.

"This is definitely not your fault, Lucy. God, you're probably the only innocent one here." He chuckled, humorlessly. "We should go. Get him somewhere safe." He nodded at Tyler, who seemed to be watching them curiously. "Hey, man, you okay?"

The boy nodded, looking a little green at the blood that seeped through Lucy's fingers. He swallowed hard and stood up, making his way to where Lucy was still applying pressure to Wyatt's wound.

"Tyler, this is Master Sergeant Wyatt Logan." Lucy introduced and the boy nodded again, shaking Wyatt's hand when the soldier offered. "He's the soldier in our team."

"How… how did you know to come here?" Tyler asked confused. "I knew you existed, but Dad said he didn't have any contact with you."

Lucy blinked surprised. She hadn't expected him to know who she was. She had expected him to be as much in the dark as she had been when she found out Benjamin Cahill was her biological father.

"It's a long story, Ty. Can I call you Ty?" She added after a beat, but the kid nodded with a small smile. He still looked devastated, but it was good to see him smile, even if it was just a little bit. "I'll fill you in on the way. You doing okay, Wyatt?" She asked him softly, touching his cheek. He was pale and his skin felt a little clammy. "Do we need to take you to the hospital?"

"I'll be fine, Luce." He closed his eyes at her touch and she smiled at the nickname. He had never called her that before. "It's just a flesh wound. Rufus or even Flynn can patch me up back at the bunker." He finally opened his eyes and met her gaze, smiling himself when she saw her small one. "Let's just get out of here. Does your head feel okay, Tyler? That's a nasty cut you've got there."

Tyler touched his head, surprised, gasping when he saw blood on his fingers. But it only lasted half a second and he wiped his hand on his jeans.

"I'm okay. I just want to get my mom back." He said resolutely. "I hate this Rittenhouse thing. They're all crazy. I mean, look at what happened to my dad." He grimaced and touched his head again. It seemed that, now that he had acknowledged the wound, the pain was finally hitting him.

Lucy touched his back and nodded for him to go ahead. Turning to Wyatt, she asked him if he was okay to go.

"Lead the way, ma'am."

Her life was complete chaos and now she had a teenage brother to look after, but Lucy still shook her head and smiled.

He hadn't called her ma'am in weeks.

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