Sorry for the lack of updates real life has been busy.

Title: Missing
author: Cindy Ryan
notes and summary: see part one

The days passed in a blur for Lucy. Doctors and nurses came and went. Food was brought in and taken out. Lucy didn't know if she ate the meals or not. She figured she must have since she physically wasn't getting ill or weaker. Her bruises and cuts were healing.
One development that Lucy did notice was her inability to sleep. It'd been a day possibly two maybe three since Wyatt's attempted visit. The nightmares had gradually gotten worse. They varied from just being of Flynn to her captivity to the beating and attack and then cycled back through. Finally Lucy had allowed the doctor to prescribe something that would help her sleep. He advised that the only thing that would truly make the dreams go away would be psychiatric therapy.

Lucy knew that too. One morning while huddled on her bed she knew she couldn't keep going like this. She was stronger than this. Part of her wanted her life back but that would mean facing Flynn. Right now that was one thing Lucy knew she wasn't strong enough to face yet. Drawing her knees to her chest Lucy sank back against the wall and closed her eyes.

In the seventy-two hours since Wyatt had attempted to see Lucy he'd been on two missions. One successful one not. The day after he'd returned to his room and tried to sleep Wyatt's cell phone had buzzed with news that Flynn had jumped. They'd tracked him to New York City in 1805 but he hadn't stayed long enough for them to get a lock on his location. The second mission was to a small town on the Kansas/Missouri border in 1862. That they'd figured out had a Rittenhouse connection. A founding member's family could be traced there. Wyatt and Rufus had prevented Flynn's men from burning the Rittenhouse's member's home with the family inside. Flynn however had fled before Wyatt could get to him. The last mission had once again left Wyatt wondering if they were on the right side. Saving Rittehouse just didn't sit right with Wyatt even if history remained intact.

Now an hour after returning from the latest mission Wyatt was in the wardrobe room hanging up his 1862 clothing. Rufus walked past him clapping him on the right shoulder.

"Get some rest man; you look wiped."The pilot suggested.

"Gonna try to see Lucy first."Wyatt replied as he fell into step with Rufus as the left the room.

"Want company?"Rufus asked grimly.

"If I thought tag teaming her would work."Wyatt said with a sigh as he rubbed a hand along the back of his neck.

"She'll come around."Rufus stated quietly.

"I know I just..."Wyatt trailed off."Christopher said the doctors have been sedating her; Lucy's not sleeping well on her own."

"Nightmares?"Rufus surmised sadly.

"Yeah and they're afraid she'll injure herself waking up from one."Wyatt explained.

Rufus jumped slightly as Wyatt stopped and hit the closest wall.

"Wyatt."The tech prompted in quiet concern.

Wyatt stood facing the wall his right fist clenched and ready to strike again. Slowly he let out a breath and stepped away his right arm falling to his side and relaxing.

"She's suffering, Rufus, and it's my fault."Wyatt said his voice barely audible.

"No, Wyatt, this is on Flynn."Rufus protested fervently. "All of it."

Wyatt shook the pain out of his hand.

"I'll see you tomorrow."Wyatt commented as started to walk.

"Wyatt."Rufus called and caught up to his friend. "This is killing me too...what happened to her...nobody should endure it. This isn't on you; hear me?"

"Yeah."Wyatt echoed.

"Wyatt."Rufus said dubiously.

"I lost her!"Wyatt suddenly shouted rounding on the tech.

"It was crazy; nobody thought things would go that way."Rufus responded. "You did all you could to keep her safe."

"Not enough."Wyatt snapped as he stalked off down the hall.

Thirty minutes later Wyatt was outside the door to Lucy's room. He'd calmed down since his conversation with Rufus. He'd already sent a text apologizing. Wyatt shouldn't have taken his anger out on his friend. Ever since Lucy's attack Wyatt had found himself not being able to control his temper. The whole situation was a mess. The worst of it was he couldn't fix it. Biting back a sigh Wyatt raised his hand and knocked.

"Lucy, it's me."Wyatt called.

Lucy stared at the closed door. Part of her was happy to hear Wyatt's familiar voice. She'd missed him; Rufus too. The other part recoiled not wanting him to see her so broken.

"Wyatt, please go."Lucy responded barely recognizing her own voice.

"Not this time."Wyatt countered.

Lucy fell silent her chin dropping to her drawn up knees.

"I'll talk through the door if I have too."Wyatt continued. "But I'd rather see you."

Lucy shook her head even though she knew Wyatt couldn't see. She could barley process things any more. Didn't know which way was up half the time. The strong person she had been before the attack was now crumbling and Lucy didn't know how to put that person back together.

"Luce."Wyatt began his voice dropping. "Please. I know you feel alone right now and you're scared and hurting..."

Lucy got up from the bed and started walking towards the door but stopped halfway.

"I'm sorry."Wyatt stated hoarsely. "More sorry than you'll ever know. This shouldn't have happened. I was supposed to protect..."

Tears flowed down Lucy's face and she made it the rest of the way to the door and opened it before she could second guess herself. The pain in Wyatt's voice was too much.

"Wyatt."Lucy whispered.

Wyatt's eyes widened in surprise when the door opened. He felt his face pale when he finally saw Lucy. Her tears, the hollowness in her face nearly shattered him.

"Lucy."Wyatt said softly as he tentatively reached out with his right hand.

The historian stared at his outstretched hand for a long moment. Wyatt thought she was going to back away from him.

"We don't have to talk."Wyatt continued his voice cracking. "I just...just wanted you to know you're not alone."

Lucy's nightmares of late had been of male hands. Grabbing, hitting, pinning her down. They represented pain and fear. The one reaching for her now was the opposite. It was Wyatt's. One she'd reached for hundreds of times. A hand that had saved her life more times than she could count. Hands that had buckled her in; kept her safe.

"Lucy."Wyatt said softly inching forward his hand still outstretched.

One finger at a time Lucy touched Wyatt's. Wyatt's hand remained still until Lucy finally closed hers around his. At his sigh of relief Lucy glanced up and her tears started once more. Wyatt had always represented safety. More than anything Lucy was tired of feeling afraid and vulnerable and she let herself tumble against Wyatt. Breaking their linked hands Wyatt gingerly folded Lucy into an embrace. She knew he was trying not to make her feel afraid or confined.

"Oh, babydoll."Wyatt whispered his voice catching once more.

Lucy buried her face in Wyatt's chest. Part of Lucy still felt like nothing would be the same again; nothing would be right again. However as Wyatt held her Lucy knew one thing he would be her lifeline for as long as she needed.