Reminder no matter how bleak it looks everybody makes it to the end

Title: Future Possibilities
author: Cindy Ryan
notes and summary: see part one

Once back at his apartment Wyatt rummaged through his kitchen cabinets. He wasn't hungry but he knew despite his promise sleep wouldn't come easy. Finally in a small cabinet by the fridge Wyatt's hands closed around a half full bottle of whiskey. He took it out and not bothering to find a glass walked down the hall to the bedroom. Placing the bottle on the dresser Wyatt undressed and took a quick shower. He pulled on a clean pair of grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt and picked the whiskey up once more. He sat on the bed and leaned back against the pillow leaving the lights off. Even in the dark Wyatt's gaze went to where the bulletin board was. He knew every article and every print out inside and out.

Wyatt took a long drink of the whiskey letting the alcohol burn it's way down. He closed his eyes but the images of the bulletin board were still there. They were now intermingled with the pictures of Elizabeth and Daniel. Mixed with Lucy's still and unmoving form in his arms in 1776. Too much failure to make up for but somehow Wyatt knew he had to start to turn things around.

"Are they ready?"Connor asked as he and Denise stood in the launch area by the computers.

"As ready as they can be."Denise replied tightly her gaze fixed on the lifeboat.

"This was the right decision."Connor stated.

Denise remained silent staring straight ahead.

The floor of the room vibrated as the lifeboat's engines came to life and then a few seconds later it was gone.

Pounding woke Wyatt. The empty whisky bottle toppled to the floor as he sat up trying to figure out the noise. He blinked at the harsh sunlight streaming in the window. The pounding came again along with somebody calling his name. It took Wyatt another second to recognize the voice; Rufus. Scrambling out of bed he glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand ten fifteen.
There were only a half dozen reasons Rufus would be pounding on his door and none of them were good. Fear and worry were wonderful hangover remedies. They instantly made Wyatt alert and coherent. He opened the door to find Rufus with his hand raised mid knock.

"What?"Wyatt demanded.

"Christopher's been trying to reach you."Rufus explained as he stepped inside."It's Lucy."

Wyatt gripped the door knob so hard his knuckles were white.

"She was okay when i left. Even told me to get some sleep."Wyatt replied.

"Whatever Flynn gave her has a nasty second round."Rufus continued"Her fever's spiked and it's compromising her immune system."

"Give me five to change."Wyatt said hoarsely before heading back into the bedroom.

It was closer to ten minutes by the time Wyatt met Rufus in the living room. He'd decided to grab a quick shower. Wyatt had also threw a change of clothes in a backpack along with phone charger, book and a jacket since who knew when he'd be home again.

"Ready?"Rufus asked from where he sat on the arm of Wyatt's sofa.

"Yeah, thanks for coming to get me."Wyatt replied as the two men left.

"Least I could do."Rufus said as they stepped outside.

Once in the car Rufus started the engine and backed out of the parking spot. As he put the car into drive he glanced over at Wyatt.

"The fever has Lucy delirious."Rufus explained quietly. "The sedatives they tried aren't having much affect. She keeps asking for you. Campbell's hoping you can calm her down."

"I'll do what I can."Wyatt promised looking out the window.

"She's been calling for you, Elizabeth and Amy over and over."Carlin continued grimly. "Lucy needs rest more than anything. Doc's hesitating to knock her out with something stronger. If her immune system crashes and she picks up something…"

"That won't happen."Wyatt snapped.

"Okay."Rufus acknowledged.

"She'll be fine."Wyatt commented more to reassure himself though he'd heard the doubt in Rufus's voice.

If she wasn't….Wyatt made a silent promise to Lucy that if this new team failed to get Flynn Wyatt would succeed. Garcia Flynn was a dead man.

Denise Christopher was standing just outside the door to Lucy's room when Wyatt and Rufus arrived twenty-five minutes later.

"Glad to see you were successful, Rufus."Denise commented nodding to Wyatt.

"Sorry, Ma'am."Wyatt apologized looking anxiously past his boss to Lucy. "With us being grounded I had my phone on silent. How is she?"

"Still agitated."Christopher replied quietly. "Her fever's hovering around a hundred and one."

Wyatt stepped into the room and dropped his backpack by the visitor's chair on the right side of the bed. Lucy was pale and sweaty, her bangs plastered to her forehead. Her eyes were closed but her body was thrashing; her arms reaching for something only she could see. Wyatt gripped Lucy's right hand in both of his. When he glanced back at the doorway both Rufus and Christopher were gone. Wyatt looked back down at Lucy.

"Lucy? It's Wyatt."Wyatt stated. "You're going to be okay."

Lucy's eyes opened at his voice but they were unfocused.

"Wyatt."Lucy whispered her voice hoarse.

"I'm right here and not going anywhere."Wyatt promised. "I need you to rest."

Lucy's body calmed and stopped moving but her eyes remained unfocused and searching. It unnerved Wyatt to see someone usually so intelligent and together...

"That's it."Wyatt encouraged quietly. "Rest and let the medication work."

"Elizabeth."Lucy called softly.

Wyatt's stomach did a funny flip flop and he lowered his head. They'd only gotten to know their daughter briefly barely enough time for it to truly sink in. Yes she was a possibility one of many choices that could happen. Still for a brief time Elizabeth had been real and she'd needed their help. She'd come across time to seek out her parents before they were even her parents. Now only Lucy and Wyatt had the memory of what a wonderful person she was.

"Amy."Lucy's voice was barely audible but Wyatt still heard it.

Wyatt could tell that Lucy was calmer and maybe just maybe she was drifting off to sleep since her eyes were now closed.

"Ssssh."Wyatt soothed. "Sleep Lucy...rest."

Wyatt sat there for a long time not letting go of Lucy's hand. His thoughts and emotions a mess and in a million different directions. He'd made a promise to Elizabeth that he'd help her and that chance had been taken from him. They'd given the job to take down Flynn to another team so Wyatt couldn't do anything on that angle either. All he could do right now was focus on what he could accomplish which was making Lucy calm. He needed her to get better so they could start to fix things. So Wyatt would concentrate on this one small thing he could do. It wasn't much but right now he'd take what he could get.