Hmmm the last chapter didn't get much response...maybe this one will.

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

Wyatt awoke to the sound of sirens. It took his brain a moment to re-orientate itself since he was upside down suspended by his seatbelt. The airbags had deployed and Wyatt winced at the bruise on his collar bone and chest area from the impact. As memories returned so did fear and worry. He glanced over at the passenger seat to find the windshield had partially broken sending glass everywhere. Lucy was sprawled forward her head resting against the airbag. Wyatt couldn't tell if she was alive or dead. Training and instinct took over and Wyatt unbuckled his seatbelt withdrawing his gun. He gingerly poked his head out the broken driver's side window making sure Rittenhouse hadn't followed to finish the job. There was no sign of their attackers with a sigh of relief Wyatt ducked back in and put away his weapon.

"Lucy!"Wyatt called anxiously. "Lucy, can you hear me?"

A small groan sounded in response but it was the best noise Wyatt had ever heard. It meant she was still with him. Quickly Wyatt reached over and assessed Lucy's injuries as best he could. He didn't want to risk moving her. The sirens growing closer meant a passerby had called the 'accident' in.

"Easy, help's comin'."Wyatt stated quietly.

Wyatt swore silently as he took in Lucy's injuries. She had several scrapes and cuts on her forearms and hands, a large gash on the left side of her neck near her shoulder, and another large cut across the forehead near the hairline.

"Wyatt?"Lucy said quietly.

"Right here; ambulance is on the way."Wyatt responded.

"Are you okay?"Lucy asked worriedly as her eyes opened.

Wyatt was never more relieved to see those brown eyes.

"Couple cuts and bruises. Rittenhouse is long gone."Wyatt informed. "What about you? Think anything's broken…"

Just then Wyatt smelled something. Something that made his heart rate jump; gas. The crash must've ruptured a gas line or worse punctured the tank.

"What is it?"Lucy asked.

"Smell gas."Wyatt explained as he met her gaze. "I don't want to move you but we can't wait for rescue."

Lucy reached for her seatbelt buckle.

"I'm okay; nothing broken."The historian replied as she freed herself.

Wyatt steadied Lucy once she was free and then maneuvered so his feet was facing the driver's side door. In three kicks Wyatt had the door moved enough so they could get out. Quickly Wyatt moved out of the way so Lucy could squeeze past and out. Once she was out Wyatt climbed out of his wrecked truck. The smell of gas was stronger now. It was only then that Wyatt realized the vehicle was not only in a ditch on the right side of a curve but it was perched almost at the top of a hill. As Wyatt watched the rear hatch of the cargo area fell open with a loud clang of metal. That momentum was enough to tip the truck on it's journey the rest of the way down the hill. The sirens were close but not close enough. Wyatt turned back to Lucy.

"Go!"Wyatt ordered and they both began to run.

Rounding the bend in the road Wyatt grabbed Lucy by the shoulders and pushed her in front of him. He heard his truck tumble and come to a rest with a thunk.

"Down!"Wyatt shouted and shoved the historian to the ground.

Seconds after Wyatt covered Lucy's body with his the truck's gas tank blew.

The shock wave from the explosion pushed Lucy hard enough into the ground that she had the wind knocked out of her. That combined with Wyatt's weight on top caused black spots to dance in front of her vision. Lucy squeezed her eyes shut and she heard debris rain down shards of metal and pieces of glass. After a few minutes Wyatt eased away and shifted so he was lying next to her.

"You alright?"Wyatt asked worriedly.

"Yes, you?"Lucy countered.

"Think so."Wyatt commented as he brushed glass off his right shoulder.

"That was too close."Lucy whispered. "If you hadn't woken when you did..."

"All that matters is we got out; we're okay."Wyatt interrupted his right hand brushing hair away from Lucy's face.

Lucy fought the urge to lean into his touch. She knew Wyatt wasn't past Jessica's murder; might never be. But what they'd shared the last few weeks. The surrealness of seeing an alternate life had brought them closer. Had given Lucy hope that if nothing else came of this craziness that maybe just maybe it might ease some of Wyatt's pain. He deserved that much at least.

When Jessica had been killed Wyatt had vowed to bring her justice. To not let his wife's murder become just another California statistic. Now years later Wyatt still wanted to do that; needed to do that. Not just for Jess but for him. However in that time despite himself Wyatt had started to heal. Losing Jess so close to losing his team had been a double blow to Wyatt.

Accepting the job at Mason Wyatt realized now had been a turning point. A new team to look after; to bond with. Rufus and Lucy would never know how much they'd helped him move forward. Now with Rittenhouse threatening to take the lives of people Wyatt cared about it drove home once more that as much as he loved Jess and always would he had to continue to heal and move on. He knew she'd want that for him.

With those thoughts spinning Wyatt hadn't realized he'd inched closer to Lucy until their shoulders touched. She was right today had been too damn close. If they'd been in the truck a few minutes longer...Wyatt tried to shake off the dark thought and failed. Not with Lucy inches from him. Even before Elizabeth's visit she'd started to become an important person in his life. Wyatt swallowed hard at the realization he could've lost Lucy today.

The sirens were closer now; nearly to them. Wyatt moved without thinking capturing Lucy's lips with his in a kiss. She startled in surprise but didn't pull away. Wyatt knew this would complicate an already insane situation but he found at that moment he didn't care. Hearing tires on pavement Wyatt reluctantly broke the kiss and pulled away. He rose to his feet and extended a hand to Lucy who accepted it with a smile. Wyatt tugged the historian to her feet and he raised a hand to signal the paramedics. As Lucy was attended to in the back of the ambulance Wyatt made a silent vow that Rittenhouse would not get away with this; no matter what it took.