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Another mission was completed. Even though they always try to find out was Rittenhouse planned, they always stand in the past like idiots. They neither found the Mothership nor the Rittenhouse people and even less out what they tried to change.
For their last mission they went back in 1862 but neither Lucy nor anyone else knew what Rittenhouse was up to. They spent a whole week there, always depended on the help from people of the past. After they decided their search was fruitless they went back to the lifeboat and the 21. century.
After the revision of the mission with Agent Christopher the three team members just wanted a nice hot shower and the drink they all agreed on right before their ride home.
Lucy stood almost 15 minutes under the hot water stream, trying to wash away the dirt of the 19th century. After she felt clean again she blow-dried her hair and put on a hint of makeup. But for whom, she asked herself, after all she was just grabbing a drink with her coworkers, but you never know who you are going to meet. Or was she doing all that for someone she already knew? At least they never really talked about that kiss he gave her back then in Bonnie & Clydes barn. Well, aside from the awkward situation in the wardrobe room after the mission. But she thought about the kiss several times since. She'll probably never forget the feeling of Wyatts lips on hers. It felt good, really good if she allows herself to admit. But when she remembers the engagement story of him and Jessica he told right before the kiss, she feels quite an ache in her chest. The way he lost her was terrible. And still not knowing who killed her must feel like torture.
Oh how she wants to help him, but with Rittenhouse having control over the Mothership, there is no time for personal missions. Their highest priority is saving history and the America they know.
But she let the boys wait long enough. Woman, always taking so much time in the bathroom. She went out on the parking lot where they agreed to meet, but when she got there only Wyatt was greeting her with his stunning smile.
"Where's Rufus?" she asked him.
"He apologizes, but Jiya had planned something for him after the mission." he explained with a knowing grin on his well proportioned face. "This isn't a problem for you, isn't it?" he asked carefully.
"N- no, absolutely not", she told him with a forced smile. Why was she suddenly feeling hot and nervous like a teenager right before the prom, she has been alone with Wyatt several times before. Well, probably it's because of what happened back in 1862. Being trapped with him for two days isn't something she'll forget soon. No privacy, no place to hide, no anything. And then the cold. She was freezing all the time while Wyatt seemed to be fine. It took her several hours until she swallowed her pride and asked him to warm her up a little. While they were sitting there, Lucy hiding in Wyatts warmth that was coming from his body, they didn't talk at all. And Lucy thanked God silently for that, it would have made the situation even more awkward. Gosh, how relieved she felt when Rufus finally found them. But besides the awkwardness of the situation, being wrapped in Wyatts arms felt way too good. Well, she never was that close to a man since she broke up with Noah. If you could call it a break up, she barely knew the guy she was dumping. But while she was sitting there in the past, more or less snuggling with Wyatt she realized how much she misses being that close to someone. She never had much time for privacy before this job. Her sick mother took almost all of her spare time. But she never felt like she was missing out something, never until those two days with Wyatt.
"Lucy are you listening?"
She flinched, when Wyatts voice ripped her out of her thoughts. "Were you even listening to me? I talked to you for solid 10 minutes!"
She didn't even realized they were walking and now they're standing in front of the pub Wyatt wanted to show them, well now more or less only Lucy.
"I- I'm sorry, I thought about the mission, my mind must've been floating away."
"Yeah, I noticed. I was talking and talking and you didn't even looked at me." he said and played like he was hurt. Or was he even playing? He really looked offended.
"I'm really sorry, the past five days weren't easy, I just try to cope somehow." she told him in defense.
"Yeah, I know, it happens that I lived the same five terrible days, but that's why we're here." he said and held the door open so she could enter the pub.
It was a small, cozy place with little niches for the tables.
"How about this one?" he asked and pointed at a table in the darkest corner of the place.
"Looks good" Lucy answered and moved in the direction of the table Wyatt pointed at. After they arrived Lucy began to slip out of her coat when Wyatt grabbed it at the collar and helped her out. Sometimes Lucy forgets what a gentleman Wyatt could be. He hung her coat and his leather jacket on the rack and returned just in time to move her chair while she was sitting down.
She mumbled a small "Thank you" while she smiled at him like an idiot.
"So, what do you wanna drink? First round's on me" he told her while he was covering her with his smile from ear to ear again.
"Oh...uhm...just a beer please." she answered with a small tremble in her voice.
"Are you all right?" he asked, looking a bit worried, "First you’re mentally absence on the way here, and now you sound like you've just seen a ghost."
Damn, he doesn't miss much.
"I'm fine, as I just said, the mission's still stuck in my bones. It'll be better after a few beers."
He didn't look quite convinced but he went to the bar to order the drinks.
A few minutes later he came back, balancing two beers and a bowl of peanuts in his hands.
"Let's be honest. What's up Babydoll? You're clearly not fine."
Babydoll. Since the little screenplay they put on for Bonnie and Clyde back in 1934 he sometimes still calls her like that. But usually only when he's worried and tries to hide it.
"As I said, it's nothing. I'm just overthinking everything that happened the past few days, that's all."
"Do you mean the two days we were trapped in that hole? Because if so you don't have to worry. I noticed how uncomfortable you felt with me holding you in my arms. But if I hadn't done that you eventually would've died from hypothermia, and that was something I couldn't risk. I almost lost you - so many times before - I couldn't stand the chance to lose you again.
We've been working together for, what, a year now? And I kinda grew quite fond of you in that time. I couldn't even imagine going on those missions without you. Even though you're a bossy know-it-all most of the time" he joked and winked at her.
She noticed that he was trying to play down anything, but she wasn’t quite sure what it was. That he’d miss her on the missions? Or that he can’t stand the possibility of losing her?
And why was there a warm feeling spreading inside her gut? He really likes me, she thought, while the warm feeling was spreading into her heart and made her feel like there was a balloon inflating in her chest.
She suddenly felt way more relieved than before Wyatts confession.
“You know...those two days weren’t as horrible and uncomfortable as you may think. Actually...I- I kinda liked it.” she said softly, while glancing up at him with her head lowered, her dense eyelashes framing his face.
“Y- you liked it? I had the feeling it was the worst you’ve ever experienced.” he told her while looking quite surprised.
“Well...yeah...I really liked it. A lot. It’s been quite a time since I was that close to someone. Yeah, there was Noah, but I barely knew that guy, so I really didn’t want to get anywhere near him, not to talk about sleeping in the same bed or-gosh-not to think about sleeping with him.” she told Wyatt while giggling like a school girl.
Yet again, Wyatt blessed her with his smile, that makes every woman get weak knees.
She took a glance at it, but almost instantly lowered her head again, because she felt that she was blushing. Well, no wonder she blushes while sitting across this good looking and extremely charming man. She couldn’t help herself but grinning the whole time, until that grin turns into a small giggle and she lifts her head again. The heat in her face, which she felt while blushing, was gone. She smiled back at him, his smirk didn’t lose a bit of his affect on her, and she felt that warmth in her gut again. What was this man doing with her, she was feeling things she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Gosh, she wasn’t falling in love with that stubborn hot-head, wasn’t she?
She took a sip from her beer and was glad that the cold liquid replaced that annoying warmth in her stomach.
Wyatt was still looking at her, like he was trying to take a glance into her head. Maybe she confused him more than she thought she would with her little confession.
He cleared his throat: “You know...I kinda enjoyed it too...holding you in my arms. Since Jessica...” his voice broke and it looked like a curtain was covering his eyes, which were sparkling like stars just seconds ago.
“Wyatt...” Lucy was reaching out for his hand which was lying on the table, but just a moment before she got it, he pulled it back and put it under the table.
“I..I...I’m sorry” he mumbled, and looked away. Was he...ashamed?
“Hey...it’s okay. You still miss her. I understand that..”
“How could you?” he barked sharply and looked at her with an expression that made her lean back in her seat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You’ll never know how I feel, you never lost the love of your life. I bet you never even really loved someone.”
She flinched. The hardness in his voice really hurt her. But, to be honest – he was right. She really never truly loved someone, much less lost that one.
“Excuse me for a second” she said quickly and stood up, looking for the sign to the bathroom. She rushed there and lent against the sink. Why did his words hurt her so much. She’s usually not the emotional type, so why are there tears burning behind her eyelids? She sobbed silently, and wiped over her eyes to remove the tears, that were rolling over her cheeks.
“Don’t be such a fool” she told herself.
Then she heard a dull knock at the door: “Lucy? Are you in there? Is everything all right? I’m really sorry, I didn’t want to snub at you like that. I’m really sorry, please open the door.”
She slowly approached the door and reached for the handle, but hesitated for a moment. She took a deep breath and tried to put on a smile, but failed miserably. She pushed the handle and opened the door.
“Lucy, I’m...did you cry?” he asked quickly and his facial expression went from soft to afraid in a split second. “Oh my god, Lucy, I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you, I’m sooo sorry.” The desperate look on his face made her shiver. He reached out for her and pulled her into a warm and soft hug “Lucy I’m just so sorry. I don’t know what got into me, I didn’t want to talk to you like that and I regretted what I said the moment you stood up. I really didn’t want to offend you. I’m such an idiot.”
Lucy didn’t really realized what was going on right now. Just moments ago Wyatt was spitting at her and now she was surrounded by his warmth and this dark scent he was giving off. After the first shock went by, her body relaxed and she leaned into him, resting her cheek at his shoulder, and enjoyed the feeling of being held.
“I’m really sorry, the least I wanted to do was make you cry, even though you still look pretty, even with red eyes.”
She chuckled and tried to free herself from Wyatts arms, but he held her really close, so she wasn’t able to move. She accepted her fate and grabbed Wyatts shirt at the back. She felt his head moving and the next thing she sensed was the warmth of Wyatts breath on her forehead as he was giving her a kiss right there. A chill ran down her spine, this was completely unexpected for her.
Her breath caught and she felt like her heart was skipping a beat. This kind of intimacy was rather strange to her. She closed her eyes, as the slight breeze of Wyatts breath was touching the sensitive skin of her head. Then she felt his head moving again, as he was lowering his face so he could lay his cheek on hers.
Lucy held her breath as they stood there, blocking the bathroom for the other customers.
“Wyatt, we should probably go back to our table.”
He slowly backed away from her, but his hands were still resting on her shoulders. “Are you okay?” he asked careful.
“I’m okay, let’s just go back to our table, we’re blocking the bathroom door.” Lucy said as she was freeing herself from Wyatts grip and went in the direction of their table.
He stood there for a few seconds, slightly distracted, until he followed her.
Back at the table he sat down opposite her and watched her, clear fear in his eyes.
“Lucy it’s...I’m really sorry for what I said earlier, I didn’t meant...”
“No, you were right.” she interrupted him, “I never really loved someone. And I clearly never lost someone I loved. I’ll never understand what you went trough and still go through. It was overbearing to think I could sympathize how you feel.”
She looked down on her fingers, which were playing with the cardboard coaster and pulling it apart. Wyatt reached out for her, put a finger under her chin and softly moved her head upwards, until she was looking him in the eyes.
“No, I wasn’t right. You lost someone too, probably not a partner, but someone you loved just like one. You lost your sister, who meant everything to you. And I’m the one who should apologize. You’re such a wonderful person, and knowing, that I made you cry, really bothers me.”
He moved his hand from her chin to her cheek and started stroking it softly. Lucy didn’t even knew Wyatt could be so gentle. She leaned her head into his hand and enjoyed the feeling of his soft skin on her face.
“Lucy...” he started with a trembling voice.
“Can we go please?” she interrupted him again, their beers barely touched.
“Of course” he replied, looking a bit disappointed, “I get our coats. Do you want me to bring you home?” he asked hopefully.
“No” she answered quick and you could see the pain in Wyatts face.
I messed up. I really messed up, he thought.
“Wyatt?” she asked carefully, “Can I spend the night at your place? I don’t want to be alone right now. I can’t be alone right now.”
A spark of hope appeared in Wyatts eyes. “Of course you can, no problem. I get our coats.”
She waited for him to return, and when he did he helped her into her knee-long woolen coat, and then slipped into his own brown leather jacket.
“Let’s go” he nearly whispered in her direction, and held his hand out for her. After a short moment of hesitation Lucy grabbed it, and so they left the pub, walking hand in hand back to Mason Industries to get their cars.