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Pairing: Lucy/Flynn (Timeless)
Setting: post-canon AU
She woke with a start, unsure what exactly had scared her. Shots fired, an explosion, screaming, bloodshed. Whatever it was, it was over now, not just the pictures that danced in her head, but the reality of all she had lived through, all that they had all lived through.
Sitting up on the couch, her eyes strayed to the framed photographs on the mantle, above the roaring fire. A smile curved Lucy’s lips as she looked into the faces of everyone she loved. All the drama, the time travel, the losses they each suffered, in the end, there was no point in regretting any of it. Without the pain, they never would have earned their reward. Never would have found each other and the happiness due to them when the worst was over.
Movement behind her took her attention, her smile only widening as his arm slipped around her waist, hand gripping her hip, reassurance that he was still there.
“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely, “I must have dozed off...”
“It’s okay,” she assured him, lying back down beside him. “I only just woke up myself. It’s been a busy day,” she said softly, curling into his embrace.
“Hmm,” he agreed, fingers running absently through her hair as they held on tight to each other. “Busy, but not at all bad. I never knew I could be so happy to be so tired,” he said, a quiet rumble of light laughter in his chest that Lucy was pleased to feel as well as hear.
“I know what you mean,” she agreed, thinking again of the day spent with so many family and friends.
To think that as little as three years ago, she had never even met any of the people she now held most dear. That an even shorter time ago, she had supposed Garcia to be her enemy, some kind of devil incarnate. Nothing could be further from the truth. He was by no means a saint - they both knew that - but every one of the so-called Time Team had blood on their hands, things they should probably regret. Still, they had all played their part in saving the world, even if the world didn’t know it.
She and Garcia had sacrificed so much for the cause, but at least they had each other. Lucy was fairly certain she could never ask for more, not for Christmas, not ever.
“What is it, draga?” he asked, peering down at her, making her wonder how serious or sad she must look to make him frown like that.
“Nothing,” she promised, shaking her head a little. “I was just thinking, the way things turned out, it’s practically a miracle that we all survived, and you and me... Did you know?” she asked, something she had never quite been able to bring herself to ask before. “You said it wasn’t in my journal...”
“It wasn’t,” he assured her. “I promise you, Lucy, the love between you and I, it is nothing I ever could have imagined, when all of this began. I did not look for it, I could not have expected it, but it is the biggest blessing of my life.”
His pretty words made her smile, but only because she knew how much he meant them. Something she had learned very quickly in knowing Garcia Flynn was that he never lied to her, even when the truth was hard to hear. Now, she also knew, implicitly and without question, that he loved her, just as she loved him, and always would, for all of time.
“It’s been a really great Christmas,” she said, cradling his cheek in her hand.
“And here’s to many more, in our really great future,” he replied, smiling down at her, dipping his head for a kiss that she happily gave him.