#maybe connor x wyatt ??

[burgundy-time-bandit]

Chapter 17: Who Tells Your Story: Hamilton! Act 2

Chapter by: Burgundy_In_Chaucer, DoctorLia, RedGold, UnUnpredictableMe (DraejonSoul)

Summary:

#FlynnFriday imagine: After their accidental kiss Flynn and Lucy try to find any excuse to escape the common room and their friends watchful gaze to talk about… well, everything.

... you didn't think we'd write the sequel to the Bunker Gang Watches Hamilton, did you? ^^

[chips1977]

WARNING : I'm just an addict ... addicted to music. There are people who are born to make music, o8 thers are born to hearing. Whenever was part of this second group. Maybe it's. a habit, I gotta use, even if it 's rock, jazz or the quiet storm. Great pictures of the things I love - music, painting, books, photography, architecture, design, women, and more. I love music more than lasagna. Better to burn out than fade away. The older you get, the better life gets. But time also seems to be accelerating, the clock running too fast. So, looking at those early days, everything is very slow, stretched, and great significance. The most recent time, I spent busy with simple things.People think rock and roll is only about teenage rebellion, but why can not exist old rebel too? THE RESIDENTS is my Biggest Addiction, and,THE RED KRAYOLA, OLD TIME RELIJUN-ARRINGTON DIONYSO,R. STEVIE MOORE,SHRIMP BOAT,SMEGMA,THE SUN CITY GIRLS, LEGENDARY PINK DOTS,MINIMAL COMPACT,FRANK ZAPPA,CAPTAIN BEEFHEART,THE VELVET UNDERGROUND,THINKING FELLERS UNION LOCAL 282,THE EX,CAN,FAUST,WEEN,TELEVISION,THE MODERN LOVERS,SNAKEFINGER,MILES DAVIS,SUN RA,KRAFTWERK,ANAL MAGIC & REV. DWIGHT FRIZZELL,MICHAEL YONKERS,MOONDOG,THE WORK,RAYMOND SCOTT,THE GO-BETWEENS,SLAPPY HAPPY,ART BEARS,NAKED CITY,HENRY COW,SKELETON CREW,JOHN ZORN,FRED FRITH,THE FIBONACCIS,BONGWATER-MARK KRAMER,SHOCKABILLY,BAND OF SUSANS,THE PAINTEENS,STUMP,RENALDO AND LOAF,CERTAIN GENERAL,THE THREE JOHNS,CHROME,PRIMUS-LES CLAYPOOL,EUGENE CHADBOURNE,ESKIMO, MINUTEMEN, MISSION OF BURMA,FUGAZI,BLURT, GLAXO BABIES,THIS HEAT,THE SEA AND CAKE,SAVAGE REPUBLIC,TUXEDO MOON, XTC,U.S,MAPLE,THE PAPER CHASE,DANIEL SMITH- DANIELSON FAMILE .......  Other musical priorities are: HENRY FLYNT, THE FEELIES,PERE UBU,THE CLASH, JOY DIVISION, PROTOMARTYR, CAR SEAT HEADREST,THE BETTER-BEATLES, DARKSIDE,THE MEMBRANES, THEATRE OF HATE, NOCTURNAL PROJECTIONS,THE LINES,CARDINAL,CLEANERS FROM VENUS,THE JAZZ BUTCHER, ELVIS COSTELLO,THE MONOCHROME SET, TELEVISION PERSONALITIES, ALTERNATIVE TV, GONG,ANNIE ANXIETY, THE DEL-BYZANTEENS, WALL OF VOODOO, BUTHOLE SURFERS, RICHARD DAWSON, MAC DeMARCO,WOVEN HAND,16 HORSEPOWER, DAVID EUGENE EDWARDS,SHELLAC, SLINT-PAPA M-DAVID PAJO, LUNGFISH, OM, EARTH,THE BOOK OF KNOTS,LOUNGE LIZARDS-JOHN LURIE,ANTON FIER-GOLDEN PALOMINOS,PETER BLEGVAD,PETER HAMMILL,TOMAHWAK,FANTOMAS,MR. BUNGLE, MIKE PATTON, SUICIDE-MARTIN REV+ALAN VEGA,AARON FREEMAN,JAPAN,STEREOLAB, SPACEMEN 3, SPECTRUM, SWELL MAPS, SILVER APPES, SWELL,MORPHINE, HAWKWIND, DEVO,FLYING LIZARDS, MAGAZINE, RALPH CARNEY,ROBERT WYATT, JOHN WILKES BOOZE, KEVIN COYNE, DAEVID ALLEN, SLEEPYTIME GORILLA MUSEUM, MX-80 SOUND, SOPOR AETERNUS & The ENSEMBLE of SHADOWS, THE AUTEURS,MAN MAN, DAMIEN JURADO, DAVID DONDERO, CHAD VANGALLEN, LONG FIN KILLIE, MAGIC TRICK-TIN COHEN, CHRIS COHEN, DAVID BAZAN,VAMPIRE RODENTS, JON WAYNE, PRAM,THE OLIVIA TREMOR CONTROL, PAVEMENT, PATTI SMITH, FUGS, PEARLS BEFORE SWINE-TOM RAP, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA-JOSEPH BYRD, FAMILY, GODZ, BONZO DOG DOO DAH BAND,PENTANGLE,THE INCREDIBLE STRING BAND, SLOVENLY, CHEER- ACCIDENT, TARWATER, COIL,THROBBING GRISTLE, SHAWN LEE, CLUTCHY HOPKINS, JURYMAN AKA IAN SIMMONDS AKA WISE IN TIME+SANDALS, ZOOGZ RIFT, THE BOOKS,NEW THRILL PARADE, CHRIS KNOX , DAVID KILGOUR,THE BATS,THE CLEAN,THE PIN GROUP, CRIME CITY SOLUTION, ROWLAND S. HOWARD,TOM WAITS, VIC CHESNUTT, JOE HENRY, ALEJANDRO ESCOVEDO,THE TAPE BEATLES,THE GUN CLUB, MAGAZINE,THE DENGUE FEVER,THE PAPER CHASE,THE FIERY FURNACES,THE MICROPHONES-PHIL ELVRUM,GARY WAR,RAILROAD JERK, KARL BLACK- SOCK HEADDED PETERS-LEMON KITTENS,THE MUSIC TAPES,THE SHAGGS, BOBB TRIMBLE, FISH AND ROSES, DIABLO SWING ORCHESTRA,POP D`ELL ARTE,MLER IF DADA,TOM ZÉ, WALTER FRANCO,OS MUTANTES,CAETANO VELOSO,MILTON NASCIMENTO, ARNALDO ANTUNES,VINICIUS CANTUARIA,JORGE BEN,CAZUZA,CEREBRO ELECTRONICO,CORDEL DE FOGO ENCANTADO,ROGERIO SKYLAB,OTTO, MOMBOJÓ,CRIOULO,MAX CASTRO, METÁ METÁ, ATALHOS, ROMULO FROES,WADO,ORQUESTRA IMPERIAL, LENINE,APANHADOR SÓ,MUNDO LIVRE SA,NAÇÃO ZUMBI, ALÇEU VALENÇA,ANT- BEE, BILL FAY,RON SEXSMITH,EL GUAPO,DAVID GRUBS,TORTOISE, SAM PREKOP, GASTR DEL SOL,HENRY KAISER,HOME & GARDEN, BOB DRAKE, MY DEAD IS DEAD, AKRON FAMILY, SWANS,THESE IMMORTAL SOULS, UNREST WORK & PLAY,THE TAPE BEATLES,THIS KIND OF PUNISHMENT,SWOLLEN MONKEYS (Ralph Carney) LIARS, SNAPPED ANKLES, CAVERN ANTI-MATTER, GANG GANG DANCE, THE DAMAGE MANUAL,THE BLACK ANGELS,SCOUT NIBLET,DIE FORM,LONELADY,COP SHOOT COP,WAR ON DRUGS,THE MONKS,TIM HUEY,TRACHTENBURG FAMILY,THE TRIFFIDS,THE CRUEL SEA,THE MEKONS,THE METOD ACTORS,THE SOFT BOYS,THE MISTAKES,THE MOUNTAIN GOATS,THE NEW CREATION, BRUCE HAACK, LOREN MAZZACANE CONNORS,GLEN BRANCA,ALBERT MARCOEUR,LOS ANGELES FREE MUSIC SOCIETY, SHELLEY HIRSCH,NEW YORK GONG,THE POLYPHONIC SPREE,LYDIA LUNCH,LOVE, LUCIA PAMELA,FATIMA MIRANDA,SAFETY SCISSOR S,RICHARD HELL & VOIDOIDS, SACCHARINE TRUST, ADAM FORKNER of [[[[VVRSSNN]]] YUME BITSU, ROY MONTGOMERY,RUN ON, LOVELY LITTLE GIRLS,SAFETY SCISSORS, BRIDE OF NO NO,TONE DOGS,TREAT HER RIGHT,TRIPOD JIMMIE,LIFTER PULLER,THEY MIGHT BY GIANTS,GANG OF FOUR,THE POP GROUP, WIRE, JOSEPH K, ORANGE JUICE, RAIN PARADE, THE GREEN ON REED, THE RENDERS,SOUL COUGHING-MIKE DOUGHTY, MAZARIN, KARATE- GEOFF FARINA, SECRET STARS,THE CHURCH, BLANK DOGS, FROG EYES, JOAN OF ARC, PURE X, YUNG WU,WAKE OOLOO, SPEED THE PLOUGH, DRIVE BY TRUCKERS, CAMPER VAN BEETHOVEN, MARTIN NEWELL, ERLAND and The CARNIVAL, CRIPPLED BLACK PHOENIX,CALIFONE,RED RED MEAT, LOW, Eels, LOWER DENS,THE BLACK HEART PROCESSION, KING MISSILE, THE NOTWIST, CLINIC, QUICKSPACE,THE COMSAT ANGELS,THE ASSOCIATES, EZRA FURMAN and THE HARPOONS, EFF BARZELAY, BORN RUFIANS, FERGUS & GERONIMO, CHAIN AND THE GANG-IAN SEVENONIOUS-WEIRD WAR-THE MAKE UP,ESCAPIST,MOONFACE, DEAN BLUNT,COLLEEN,ZERO 7,THREE MILE PILOT,LIFE WITHOUT BUILDINGS, CLOUD CULT,BLACKOUT BEACH,PINBACK,ARIEL PINK,MAGIC HOUR,MAJOR STARS, MAPS & ATLASES, MEGAFAUN,MENOMENA,TAME IMPALA, AMPS FOR CHRIST,ARBOURETUM,TRUE WIDOW,NANA GRIZOL,TIMBER TIMBRE,THE, IMPOSSIBLE SHAPES,THE LOVE EVERYTHING,THE MAE SHI, DEAD SKELETONS,THE SHIPPING NEWS,NEW WET KOJAK,GIRLS AGAINTS BOYS,LES SAVY FAV,GERMAN SHEPHERDS,SILKWORM,DIANOGAH,31 KNOTS,90 DAY MEN, 17 PYGMIES,PARENTHETICAL GIRLS, GUN OUTFIT,VAMPIRE RODENTS, PUMA JAW-PINKIE MACLURE and JOHN WILLS, SLUG GUTS, DOG FACED HERMANS, GOD IS MY CO-PILOT, THE SKULL DEFEKTS, CUL de SAC, PELL MELL, FOR CARNATION, MARVIN PONTIAC, ARIEL PINK, FLAT WORMS, AMEN DUNES, IDDLES, WAXAHATCHEE, WOLF PARADE, SUN KILL MOON, NATALIE PRESS ,CHELSEA WOLFE, SHILPA RAY, INCA SILVER, IBEYI, ANGEL OLSEN,THE COMET IS COMING,SLEAFORD MODS, VAGABOND, SUUNS, MADONNATRON, BIG THIEF, FAT, SHAME, SAVAGES, ICEAGE, OMNI, PARQUET COURTS, WHITE FAMILY, LYDA HUSIK, SHARON VAN ETTEN, dEUS, MITSKI, LAUREL HALO,JULIA HOLTER, MARISSA NADLER, JOSEPHINE FOSTER,TRACY BRYANT, MALE GAZE, TY SEGALL,THEE OH SEES, TYVEK, GOAT, WAND,YUCK, THE MOONLANDINGZ, VIET CONG, OUGHT, ALLAH-LAS,THE FRESH & ONLYS, WHITE FENCE, LAURA MARLING, EMA, PHAEDRA, LHASA, FIRST AID KIT, JANE WEAVER, WYE OAK, CAROLINER AKA CAROLINER RAIBOW ... E gosto de viajar, andar de bicicleta, de comboios, de animais.... não gosto de pessoas superficiais... sem cultura.Gosto de dança, de arte o que quer que isso seja!. Não gosto da monotonia. Gosto de criticar no sentido positivo. Não gosto de sonhar em ficar rico. Gosto do “Vive cada dia como se fosse o último “. Não gosto de despedidas. Gosto de pormenores.Gosto de perfumes. Não gosto de mentir nem que me mintam, não suporto hipócritas.Gosto do mar. Não gosto de quem não acredita em nada e não se importa com nada e tem a profundidade de uma colher... Gosto de viajar, gosto de ajudar e de saber que pude ser útil a alguém em qualquer coisa. Não gosto da efemeridade da vida e da constante lembrança da proximidade da morte. Não gosto de não perceber. Não gosto de atrasos e de quem não é capaz de cumprir as suas promessas, não gosto de quem volta atrás com a sua palavra e ainda menos que voltem atrás comigo. Não gosto da cusquice.Gosto de amigos e da camaradagem, não gosto das” amizades “que se perdem por coisas que no final das contas não significam nada... Gosto de palavras e de conversas sem fim... Gosto de pessoas originais, com humor,com ideias próprias... e com classe. Não gosto de carinho quando estou nervoso.Gosto do campo. Não gosto de seguir a onda.Gosto de coisas pouco claras, mas bem esclarecidas. Gosto de dominar. Não gosto de brincar com os sentimentos dos outros.Gosto de toques e de trocas de olhar, de demonstrações de carinho e de cenas sensuais. Não gosto de ficar bêbado até dizer a verdade. Gosto da grandeza das coisas simples, e gosto de coisas complicadas mas não gosto de complicações... O comum não me atrai, gosto normalmente de coisas que passam despercebidas... Gosto de gostar e de não gostar de tudo isto e muito mais...

[thedetectiveinthefunnyhat]

The Fan Tag Game! 

I was tagged by @cxpaldi - thank you!

Sorry this took so long - I don’t even have an excuse XD

three tv shows i would have joined friend groups in: 

Not sure about this one but... Doctor Who, The West Wing (although they’re all probably too clever for me), Primeval

(The fact that half of these friend groups are often in mortal peril suggests that I would be fine in a crisis and I highly doubt that’s true but oh well XD)

three animated universes i wouldn’t have minded living in:

Tangled is so pretty, Lion King (I wanna be a lion!!), Kiki’s Delivery Service (that place seems so sweet).

three fictional characters i relate to:

Donna Noble (Doctor Who), Ben Wyatt (Doctor Who), Gansey (Raven Cycle)

three fictional characters i wouldn’t vibe with:

Ronan Lynch (Raven Cycle, sorry I love him I just wouldn’t be able to deal with him being mean to me), Joffrey Baratheon (GOT, hate him), Kylo Ren (Star Wars, That guy would annoy me SO MUCH).

three fictional characters i’d be really good friends with:

Merlin (BBC, the cutie), The Doctor (Doctor Who, I hope? If they liked me?), Abby Maitland (Primeval).

three fictional characters i would probably most definitely have feelings for:

uhhhh I really don’t know (I’m not sure what it’s like to have feelings for someone)... probably Merlin again because yeah, Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), and maybe young Charles Xavier (when he had hair and was James McAvoy)... I don't know XD

three villains i’d want to have a chat with over coffee (tea in my case):

Erik Lehnsherr (X-men), Mordred (Merlin), Hades (Hercules)

three superheroes i'd want to be for a day:

Professor X (I just want to know what people think about okay), Iron Man (flyinggggg), Spiderman (it would be fun yet scary to swing around).

three abilities i would want to have:

Elemental powers, Telepathy (but like not overwhelming telepathy), and flying.

three ships i sail as the fierce captain i am!

Merthur (I will go down with this ship), Arthur & Eames (Inception), Henry and Alex (Red, White, and Royal Blue).

three fictional female characters i feel empowered by:

CJ Cregg (The West Wing), Martha Jones (Doctor Who), Lila Bard (Shades of Magic)

three fictional male characters with good ethics and morals i believe deserve more recognition:

Alucard (Shades of Magic), Connor Temple (Primeval), Lancelot (Merlin)

three fictional lgbtq+ characters i would take bullets for:

Simon (Love, Simon), Henry (Red, White, and Royal Blue), Sissix (The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet).

three fictional places i would have liked to visit:

Narnia, Tal’Dorei (Critical Roll), Red London (Shades of Magic).

three costumes worn by fictional characters i would have rocked:

I like to think I would suit Thirteen’s costume (Doctor Who), would love to wear Kell’s coat (Shades of Magic), and Obi-Wan Kenobi’s (I just really want to try wearing Jedi Robes okay).

three character tropes to describe myself: 

Cuteness Proximity, Nature Lover, Pacifist

This was hard but fun!! Not going to tag anyone but if you want something to do then feel free!

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nothing takes the past away (like the future) - Part 5

Lucy Preston x Garcia Flynn

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

AO3

Words: 2644                       

Series Summary: There are no guidelines for being handed your future child. Especially one who’s being hunted through time by an evil organization. Lucy and Flynn, who haven’t even admitted their feelings for each other, are in for one hell of a surprise. Battling Rittenhouse in the past had been their only mission for so long, but now they have to face their future, and even worse, their feelings. Being faced with your future child kind of puts things into perspective.

Chapter: 5/20

Author’s notes: Cue me apologizing for taking so long but like....LIFE. Anyways I hope you enjoy this drama and angst with some fluff at the end of course I don’t wanna kill you guys I love you too much. Hope you enjoy!!

The alarm cut off abruptly, the bunker falling into an eerie silence.

Lucy’s heart was pounding, her whole body screaming to race toward her little girl. But Garcia had a tight grip on her arm, stopping her from running into the unknown.

The silence grew. After the one scream, there hadn’t been a sound from Grace, and Lucy didn’t know how to take that. If something happened to her...she wasn’t sure she would be able to come back from that. After losing her sister. Her mother. So many people. Losing Grace would tip her over the edge.

A loud crash sounded from down the hall, startling both Garcia and Lucy into action.

Garcia pressed something into Lucy’s hands. Looking down, she gripped onto the gun with a fierce determination, trying to steady her shaking hands. Looking back at Garcia, she watched as he slid his sling off, grimacing in pain as he reached down and pulled another gun out from his waistband.

Her brows furrowed as she looked between the two guns, but Garcia just shrugged as if to say that even though this was their safe house, they were never really safe. He had learned that when his family had been murdered in their own home.

Walking side by side, the couple stalked down the hall, their guns aimed low. Garcia waved back at her, silently telling her to wait as he quickly turned the corner, lifting his gun up. After a moment, he waved her forward and Lucy followed quickly.

Her heart caught in her throat as she caught sight of a body lying motionless on the ground.

Wyatt.

Garcia bent down pressing his fingers against the man’s neck, nodding when he felt the heartbeat. Lucy let out a sigh, but before she could relax even minutely, faint cries flowed from around the corner.

With a nod, the couple stepped fully into the next room. And Lucy’s heart dropped.

Emma and Jessica stood at the far end of the room. Guns drawn. And in front of Jessica, stood Grace. The older woman’s hand holding tight to the girl’s shoulder. Grace’s eyes were wet, but she struggled to hold back her cries. And when her eyes met Lucy’s, her lip quivered once before her body straightened. Her attempt at being brave. The fact that her daughter had a life such as this, broke her a little inside.

Lucy’s eyes flitted to the corner of the room, Rufus was kneeling on the ground, his body in front of both Jiya and Connor, the latter seemingly unconscious on the ground. Rufus nodded to her. Looking up she finally met Emma’s eyes, the woman twirling her gun comically in her fingers.

“Emma.”

“Lucy.” The woman smirked. She knew she had the upper hand. She was in their territory but she was the one in control. Because she had Grace.

Grace was shaking as Jessica held her tight against her. The grin on Emma’s face twisted as her eyes jumped from Lucy’s horrified gaze to the little girl.

“Seems like you’re not the princess anymore. I’d recognize that face anywhere. A daughter. I didn’t know you had it in you.” She said throwing a glance between her and Garcia. “What I want to know is how you hid it from us. From your mother. But in any term, this changes things.”

“This changes nothing.” Lucy gritted, her grip tightening on the gun.

“Au contraire. She’s Rittenhouse. She’s ours.”

Lucy raised the gun aiming at Emma.

The woman scoffed, putting her own gun in her waistband, “Oh, stop embarrassing yourself. Put the gun down.”

Lucy shook her head, her finger itching around the trigger.

“Lucy.” Garcia whispered. Lucy threw him a glance, her heart stopping at the sight of a gun aimed at his head.

Garcia swallowed hard as the man pressed the gun against his temple. And with a grave expression, dropped his gun, reluctantly handing it over to the man.

“I thought you didn’t believe in the blood.” Distraction. That was her only tactic.

Emma walked over brushing a hand over Grace’s head, “No. Your mother was all too concerned about bloodlines. It’s an old-fashioned belief. I may not believe in that but I do believe in corrupting a young child. How do you think we got Jessica here on our side? Persuading a young girl isn’t that hard.”

Lucy watched as Jessica threw Emma a startled glance, her gaze traveling down to the small girl in front of her.

“Jessica.”

The woman looked at Lucy, “Jessica, please.” Lucy begged, her gaze dropping to the woman’s stomach. She wasn’t sure if she was even pregnant but maybe just maybe she would feel for her.

Emma rolled her eyes as she waved her hand, the man next to Garcia shoving at his back with his gun. Garcia stumbled, throwing a glare at the man as he walked stiffly over toward Emma.

When he reached the woman, she reached out her hand, a sly grin growing on her face as she brushed a hand over his cheek, her smile widening as he flinched back.

“And we could have been so good together, Flynn.” She glanced down at Grace, “It’s a pity.”

With a shrug, she pulled out a knife that glistened under the fluorescent lights of the bunker.

Lucy took a step forward, but without missing a beat, Emma placed the knife against Garcia’s throat.

“If that knife moves an inch closer, you’re dead.” Lucy swore, the gun shaking in her hand.

Emma smiled, her finger tapping against the knife handle, “Then let’s make a trade. You can keep your daughter for now. In return for something.”

Lucy blinked, realization dawning on her face, “You’re not here to kill us. You need us alive.”

“Need is such a strong word. I don’t have to kill you now so why waste a perfectly good battle later on?” Emma mused.

“Daddy?” Grace cried as she tried to reach out for her father who was so close yet so far. The man tried to reach out, but the knife dug deeper into his neck, a line of blood slipping down his neck, and he groaned.

“Not now princess, the grownups are talking. Give me the journal, Flynn and I’ll be out of your hair for the time being.”

The journal? She had come all this way just for her journal. The things they could do with the knowledge in that journal could change the course of history.

“We don’t have it.” Garcia gritted.

“Now I think we all know that’s not true.” She said running the knife along his cheek, “I mean, I could just take your daughter here instead. I think that would be an even trade.”

“No.” Lucy said. She placed the gun down on the ground, holding her hands up, “I’ll give you the journal, just let Grace go.”

Emma feigned a coo, “Little Princess Grace.” She pulled the knife away from Garcia’s neck, shoving the man over toward his daughter. Garcia quickly pulled Grace away from Jessica, hoisting the girl into his arms.

Emma motioned toward Lucy, “Lead the way, Princess.” Lucy nodded, catching Garcia’s eye before slipping out of the room, followed by Emma.

Garcia started after them but stopped short when he heard someone cock their gun. Turning around, the goon Emma had brought, had his gun aimed at the man and shook his head. Garcia swallowed turning back toward the empty doorway, praying Lucy would be alright.

Just a few minutes later, Emma and Lucy returned. Emma, the journal in hand and smirk on her face. Lucy, however, was stiff. A vacant expression adorning her usually expressive face.

Garcia hurried over toward Lucy, taking care to keep Grace turned away from the intruders, “Lucy? Lucy, what happened?”

The woman didn’t seem to even notice his presence, instead, her eyes unfocused as they stared into nothing.

“Well, it’s been fun. Remember what I said, princess.” Emma said before snapping her fingers and stalking out of the room, Jessica and their goon following quickly after.

Not long after Emma, Jessica, and their goon had left, Denise returned, finding the place and the travelers a mess.

“What the hell happened?” She said putting down the gun she had pulled out when she saw the door to the bunker blown open.

Rufus and Jiya were leaning over Connor’s motionless body. Wyatt was sitting against the wall, holding onto his pounding head. And Garcia and Lucy were holding on tight to Grace, silent tears streaming down the little girl’s face.

“Emma.” Lucy stated.

Denise tensed looking around.

Garcia sighed, “She’s gone.” He paused, throwing a worried glance at Lucy before turning back to Denise, “She took the journal.”

Denise nodded solemnly, “We need to leave. Now.”

Even though they had just talked about switching safe houses yesterday, Denise moved fast. She had been scouting out potential bunkers casually for the past few months. And last night she had managed to find one that would accommodate the lifeboat and their seemingly ever-growing group of travelers. Even though it wasn’t stocked and they would have to leave most of their belongings behind, they would at least be safe for the time being.

Rufus and Jiya remained behind to move the lifeboat, while everybody else climbed into an old mini-van.

To say the car ride was tense would be an understatement. Wyatt hadn’t spoken a word since Jessica had left. Connor was messing with the radio trying to distract himself. And Denise drove the car tensely, throwing glances over her shoulder every few seconds looking for potential tails.

Lucy, Garcia, and Grace had the whole backseat to themselves. The family wrapped around each other, the little girl was still shaking slightly, not releasing her tight grip on her parents.

Garcia watched concerned as Lucy stared off into space, looking out the black tinted windows of the car. She hadn’t spoken the whole ride except a few words to Grace here and there. He couldn’t talk to her now. He would have to wait until they got to the new safe house.

It wasn’t until hours later that they finally arrived. To their new home.

Introducing Grace to a new bunker was surprisingly easy. Even after such a hectic day, the little girl was relaxed as she explored the new space and began talking about how she would decorate the walls with new pictures.

Lucy, on the other hand, wasn’t doing as well. After pressing a kiss to Grace’s head, she tried to leave the room, brushing past Garcia on her way out. However, the man reached out grabbing onto her arm. After a moment of hesitation, Lucy pulled out of his reach and took off down the hall, ignoring Garcia as he called out behind her.

Lucy just ran and ran. Not really knowing where she was going. When she reached the end of the hall, she opened the nearest door, slipped inside and slammed the door shut.

Breathing heavily she sunk down, burying her head between her knees.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been hiding, but she knew hiding away from the world wouldn’t solve anything. Running away from her problems had never been successful.

“Lucy?”

Lucy could feel the man next to her and saw him kneel down out of the corner of her eye. As much as she wanted to push him away, she knew it would only cause her more pain.

“Lucy, what did she say to you?”

Lucy just shook her head silently as she looked down picking at the pills on her shirt. With a sigh, Garcia settled down beside her.

After a few moments of silence, she looked up. Refusing to meet his eyes, she reached out and ran a finger next to the bandage across his neck where Emma had held the knife.

“She was going to kill you.” She whispered.

“What?”

Lucy rubbed a hand over her face, “That’s why she came. She knew I hadn’t read the journal. She was going to steal it and kill you. I would have lost you before- before we were even together. I would have lost Grace because she wouldn’t have been born. I- I could’ve lost everything.”

“But you didn’t.” He whispered.

“Because she changed her mind. Because for one second she decided not to be a raging sociopath. But that could change. She could kill you. Kill Grace. Kill our future. She has the journal, Garcia. What are we going to do?”

Garcia reached out, lifting up her chin so their eyes could finally meet, “We’re going to fight. And we’re going to stop her.”

Lucy’s eyes watered as Garcia brushed a hand across her cheek, “Garcia.”

The man reached out, pulling the woman close to him. She rested against him, feeling his heartbeat under her ear. Matching her breaths with his, she felt her body begin to calm and she let out a sigh.

“Everything’s fine. It’s going to be fine. I promise.”

He pressed a kiss against her head and she grabbed on tight to his shirt as if she was afraid he was going to vanish.

“I’ve got you.

Even though she was exhausted, Lucy wasn’t able to sleep. She was comfortable just staying up to watch over Grace.

The room Denise had given them was actually two adjoining rooms. One for Grace, which she had been thrilled about, and one Garcia and Lucy would share. Overall, it was much larger than the closet they had slept in before.

Lucy sat on the couch in the room across from Grace’s, the little girl’s breathing echoing across the silent room.

Soft music played throughout the room, from an old radio Garcia had found in the closet.

The soft melody having lulled their daughter into a quick sleep.

Lucy rubbed at her face, fighting off the urge to sleep.

“Lucy.”

Lucy looked up meeting Garcia’s eyes, his gaze gentle as he reached out toward her. Placing her hand in his, she let him pull her up.

She furrowed her brows as he pulled her close and began to sway them slightly back and forth.

After a few seconds, Lucy leaned into Garcia, her head tucking against his neck, his arm wrapping tighter around her back.

“We are not dancing, just swaying.” She mumbled.

“Is this not dancing? How about this?” Garcia pulled back and spun Lucy around once, a laugh sneaking out of her mouth, his lips quirking up at the happy expression on her face.

“That’s better.” She said pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.

His hand reached up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her lower lip. He leaned in slowly, stopping just a breath away from her lips, waiting for her. She lifted up onto her toes and pulled him down to her.

His lips touched hers gently. And without a moment’s hesitation, Lucy pressed back. Her lips were soft but unyielding against his. A soft sigh tore from her mouth as he deepened the kiss, his arms coming up to wrap tightly around her. One hand snaked around her back while the other rose to weave into her hair, pulling her even closer to him.

She knew they were moving too fast. But she couldn’t deny that feeling of his body solid and strong against her made her feel safe.

Her hands run through his hair, as his slipped under the back of her shirt, the hand burning like fire against her skin.

Lucy pulled away with a gasp, “Thank you.” She whispered, pressing one more quick kiss against his lips.

He smoothed his hand over her hair before leaned down pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead.

“Anything to make you smile” He whispered before pulling her close to him once more as they continued to dance, the music flowing around them.

Author’s notes: Sorry I had some issues with this chapter like it wouldn’t flow properly so I hope it worked out well. Lots of planning in this chapter for later chapters so it’ll all play out. Legit thanks for being the best fans ever like I love y’all <3

Next up: Rittenhouse jumps and Lucy has to figure out how to stop Emma meanwhile Garcia is stuck with Grace and things don’t go exactly as planned

[risingphoenix761]

Warrior Shepherds - Chapter 2

Back again! As always, feel free to tell me how I'm doing. I love hearing from you! :)

Fandom: The Boondock Saints

Pairing: Connor MacManus x Renata Malone (OFC) x Murphy MacManus

Summary: They were called to destroy evil, but crossing paths with a waterways soul meant compromise. And in compromising, the MacManus brothers get more than they bargained for.

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Chapter Two: Hit And Miss

Chapter warnings: language, violence, implied assault, misuse of firearms, vomit, Three's Company-style misunderstanding

**

"All right, fine, hang onto your little prayer, but we still need our own thing, like a slogan or something."

"Why's that?"

"Why the fuck not? We're like the three musketeers in here, man!"

"Ye know, maybe he's right..."

"Are ye fuckin serious?"

"Aye, but I think 'all for one and one for all' is taken."

Connor and Murphy laughed between themselves at the joke while Rocco looked from one to the other with an irritable expression. "Just trying to get into the spirit of the whole thing," he grumbled.

"No worries, Wyatt Earp, ye got plenty enough spirit," Murphy informed him, clapping him on the shoulder and ruffling his hair.

They stood in the back hallway of the Sin Bin, loud music reverberating through the walls. Once Rocco had finished off the two men in the booths next to Vincenzo, the brothers went from one corpse to the next, laying out the bodies, folding the hands and placing pennies over the eyes. Connor draped a robe from the dressing room over the unconscious dancer before they left, casting a sly look at Rocco who avoided his gaze, looking awkward.

The brothers holstered their weapons and hid their masks in their coat pockets. Rocco paced back and forth, gun still in hand and adrenaline coursing through his system. "Fuck this," he said, "there's got to be more fuckin assholes around here, there always is in places like this!"

"Ye speakin from experience there, Roc?" Murphy japed.

"I'm serious!" Rocco burst out. "Let's fuckin kill the bastards!"

"We've stayed long enough," Connor said, nodding towards the room where they had left the dancer. "She's gonna be comin 'round any minute now, an' we can't be here when she does."

Murphy nodded his agreement and Rocco stowed the gun, looking disappointed.

They set off up the hallway, Rocco leading the way to the back exit. Rowdy voices punctuated the music from the club's main room, but Rocco steered them towards the back of the building.

"Ye know the way around here, Roc, I'll give ye that," Connor commented.

"I was errand boy for a regular customer," Rocco groused, "that's how I got familiar with the layout."

"Yeah, that's how," Murphy needled, and Rocco shot him a sideways look.

They approached the door onto the back alley, and when they were still ten feet away it swung open. They froze in their tracks, Connor and Murphy covertly reaching for their weapons, and a woman stumbled into the hallway.

At first glance she looked homeless, with unkempt brown hair, dirty clothes, and an old backpack slung over one shoulder. After a second look she appeared to be a prostitute, wearing a black openwork mesh top and a mini skirt under a dark green coat and with one heel snapped off her stilletto boots. Under a third examination she was clearly drunk as drunk can be. She wove and staggered as she walked, further impeded by her broken shoes, her bloodshot eyes focused on nothing, and she wore the smell of booze the way another woman would wear perfume.

She closed the door and took several more precarious steps down the hallway, caught sight of the three men ahead of her, and paused. Her brow furrowed and she swayed where she stood, her gaze sliding from one face to the next. "Who the hell are you?" she asked.

Connor, Murphy and Rocco exchanged glances before Connor replied, "On our way out. Who're you?"

"I'm looking for someone." She examined their faces again, asking, "You seen him anywhere?"

"Seen who?"

"That fucking bastard who—" She stumbled and pitched sideways into the wall, the backpack sliding off her shoulder and landing on the floor. Something inside smashed; she cursed and unzipped the bag to look. "Aw shit..." she groaned.

Connor and Murphy took the lead, edging past her on the way to the door. She looked up and lunged towards them, latching onto Murphy's arm. "You can't go," she said. "Tell me where he is, I know he's around here somewhere."

"I'd forget about it, sweetheart," Murphy replied, trying to brush her off, but her grip was deceptively strong. "Why not call it a night and head home?"

She shook her head, the motion making her entire body wobble. "Can't do that, I've got to find him tonight."

"Whatever ye have with him'll keep til tomorrow," Connor told her, steering her away from Murphy.

"No, it won't," she argued, her voice rising. "I've got to find him so I can kill him." She drew a switchblade from the backpack and snapped it open.

The brothers drew back, instantly alert. Behind them, Rocco burst out, "Holy shit!"

She shifted her attention to him, a gleam of recognition springing to her eyes. "Is that Rocco?" she asked.

"Aw shit, she knows me," he groaned, moving to pull his mask down over his face too late then stopping himself; if she had already recognized him, it was a wasted effort. "We're fucked now!"

"Who is she?" Murphy demanded, his eyes riveted on the blade in her hand.

"She's one of the fucking dancers," Rocco told him.

"An' she can put a name ta yer face?" Connor asked. "Jesus, Roc, how often are ye in here?"

The woman ignored the exchange, focusing again on the brothers. "I know you," she said, as if trying to convince herself. "I know you..."

Rocco began to pace again, running a hand through his hair in agitation. "So how often do you guys fuckin come here if she fuckin knows you?" he challenged. "We might as well just start handing out business cards!"

"Roc, shut it!"

It seemed to take more and more effort for the woman to stay on her feet as the alcohol caught up to her. The knife fell from her hand and she repeated one more time, "I know you." She took a few staggering steps towards them, wobbling on her shaky knees and broken heels, then tripped over her own backpack and fell face first into the wall, knocking herself out cold and leaving a smudge of blood from one of the cuts on her face.

Connor and Murphy rushed to catch her before she hit the floor and her head lolled back on her shoulders, her hair falling away from her face. "Murph," Connor said, "it's her, the one from the hospital!"

Murphy studied her face, then his eyes widened. "Fuckin hell," he swore, "ye're right!"

She looked even worse than she had days before. The old bruises were fading but there were fresh ones on her face and whatever skin could be seen through the mesh top bore similar marks. Scrapes marred her bare legs and a large scab covered a gash on her thigh. The untreated injuries were smudged with dirt and grime, and by the way the gash had swollen, it looked infected.

"What do ye think we should do with her?" Connor queried.

Murphy shrugged, then glanced at Rocco. "Way ta uphold the family honor," he said, gesturing down the hallway. "That's her pimp ye got back there."

Rocco spread his arms as if to say What now? "So," he replied, "what are we doing with her? I don't know how you feel about leaving witnesses, but I—"

Panicked screams echoed from the far end of the club; the dancer in the booth had woken up.

Connor and Murphy traded looks, then Connor hoisted the woman's limp body over his shoulder. "At least we can take her ta the ER."

Murphy shrugged. "Still bein' the hero..."

"We're taking her with us?" Rocco burst out. "Are you fuckin crazy?"

"Look at it like this, Roc," Murphy told him, picking up the fallen knife and the backpack; whatever had smashed inside the bag had soaked through and smelled strongly of whiskey. "We're not leavin witnesses."

"No, just taking one to get patched up and go to the cops!" But the brothers had already turned towards the exit; "Jesus Christ," Rocco muttered, then he hurried to open the door so Connor could pass.

"How noble of ye, Roc," Connor remarked, carrying the woman outside. "Helpin ta rescue a damsel in distress like a real prince charming."

"Can we just get to the fuckin car?" he urged.

They exited the alley behind the club and made for Vincenzo's Lincoln parked across the street. Rocco climbed into the backseat, then Connor set the woman in the seat beside him. "Maybe we should, I don't know, cuff her or blindfold her or something," he suggested.

"What for?" Connor asked, walking around the car and getting into the driver's seat. He had taken the keys from Vincenzo's body before they left; he took them from his pocket now and started the car. "We're not takin her hostage."

"I would feel a lot better about riding with her," Rocco replied.

"She's out cold and wasted," Murphy pointed out, setting the backpack in the floorboard at the woman's feet and sliding into the car. "If it comes to a fight, I think ye can take her."

Rocco rolled his eyes but fell silent.

***

Consciousness was slow in returning; it always was when she was this drunk. Bits and pieces drifted in through her stupor, like the hypnotic lull of a car engine, the sickening lurch in her stomach when it hit a pothole, and the occasional murmur of unfamiliar voices. The whiskey was wearing off and she was no longer numb to the pain of her injuries, and she winced as she shifted in her seat. I've got Percs in my bag, she reminded herself, and she opened her eyes.

The backpack was at her feet, but she paused before reaching for it. Something seemed off...she tried to focus, willing her surroundings to make sense. She was in the back of a car, headed God only knew where, with one, two, three strange men.

Panic surged through her body like electricity, eclipsing the pain. "What the fuck is this?" she shouted. "Where are you taking me?"

All three men gave starts of surprise at her outburst. The one sitting next to her had a gun sticking out of his belt; she snatched it and pointed it in his face. "Pull the fuck over," she said, "or I swear to God I'll shoot him right now!"

The three of them started yelling at the same time, the one in the back cursing over and over with eyes trained on the gun, the two in the front trying to talk her down. She cocked the gun and repeated, "Pull over now, or I'm going to shoot him!"

"Put the gun down," the driver urged in a foreign accent, gaze darting between her and the road ahead. "No one's tryin ta hurt ye, just relax—"

"Don't fucking tell me to relax! Why am I in this car?"

"Ease up a bit, now," the man in the passenger seat reasoned. "Just drop the gun, ye don't wanna be doin' anythin stupid—"

"The fuck I don't!"

"Quit fuckin antagonizing the bitch!" the man next to her shouted. "She's about to fucking kill me!"

"Shut the fu—"

The man in the passenger seat made a grab for the gun, wrenching it away from his friend. She tightened her grip and squeezed the trigger; the bullet shot out the driver's side window, the report deafening in the car's interior. There was more yelling and shouting as the man driving slammed on the brakes and swerved towards the curb, the car mounting the sidewalk as it squealed to a stop.

The two in the front got out of the car, the passenger wrestling the gun out of her hand before opening her door. "C'mon," he said. "Outta the car."

She got out, unsteady on her broken heels and ears ringing from the gunshot. She tripped as she climbed out and sprawled onto the pavement, cursing at the impact. He held out a hand to help her to her feet, and her head spun as she stood. Her stomach lurched again and she bowed over to be sick. The man kept a steadying hand on her shoulder as she threw up, careful to stand out of the line of fire, and he asked as she straightened up, "Feelin better?"

"No," she croaked, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. She took several deep breaths and looked around at the three men. They stood under a street light, so she was able to see their faces.

She recognized the one she'd had the gun on easily. He came into the club often enough, and it wasn't hard to place the long hair and scruffy beard. The other two were a different story, of similar height and build, one with light hair and the other dark. They both watched her as closely as if she was a wild animal that could either bolt away or attack at any moment. She was sure she didn't know them, but equally sure she had seen them before.

"Have ye lost yer mind?" the light-haired one demanded. There again was that lilting accent, putting her in mind of leprechauns and Lucky Charms, a thought so stupid she could have laughed if she wasn't so pissed off. "Ye could've killed someone doin' a thing like that!"

"Good, that's what I was aiming to do," she shot back.

"Homicidal, then, ain't she?" the dark one asked in the same accent. The question was posed as a joke, but his tone was steady and serious.

"I knew bringing her was a bad idea," the bearded one put in.

"Bringing me?" she repeated. "I didn't ask to come along, did I?"

"Can we just calm ourselves an' talk reasonable here?" the light-haired one asked. He addressed her directly. "Sorry we got off on the wrong foot, but let's start over. I'm Connor, this is my brother Murphy, an' that's our friend—"

"Rocco," she finished for him, dismissing the man with a gesture. "Screw that. Why am I here and what were you doing with me?"

"Bein' good Samaritans," the one called Murphy told her.

"Ye were blacked out an' worse for wear," Connor added. "We were takin ye to a hospital."

"So you were just driving around and saw some random bitch, drunk off her ass with a few bruises, and decided to lend a hand out of the goodness of your hearts?"

They shrugged. "Close enough ta get on with," Connor replied.

She snorted, swaying where she stood, and turned to Rocco. "And what the hell are you doing here?" she asked. "I'd have thought you would be out on some job for that boss you're always going on about."

The brothers laughed. "How 'bout it, Roc?" Murphy asked. "Are ye sure ye only went to that place on business? Looks like she's got yer number, there."

Rocco gave him the finger.

She leaned against the car as another wave of nausea stole over her. Something trickled down her leg; the cut on her thigh was bleeding again.

"Look, let us get ye to a doctor or take ye home, or somethin," Connor wheedled. "I don't feel right leavin a woman on the side of the road."

Murphy nodded, but she shook her head. "Home is a bad idea."

"Then a doctor? We're not meanin ye any harm, so ye can rest easy."

"Is that so?" Her head was pounding; she would have one hell of a hangover to look forward to. She looked back at Connor and Murphy again, finally recognizing them. "Wait a second," she said, "I know you two."

"Aw shit, this again," Rocco muttered.

"You were in the ER that day," she went on, ignoring him. "You tried to stand up for me when that asshole Benny took me out of there."

They nodded again, and she laughed. "And you still think you have to rescue me!"

"I wouldn't call it rescue," Connor replied. "Just tryin ta help. To the hospital, then?"

"You know what, I think I've got it under control." She turned to walk away from the car and staggered wildly between her broken boots and injured leg.

"Ye sure about that?" Murphy asked skeptically.

"Yeah, I'm sure," she replied. She kept at it with a tenacious effort, but after covering only a few yards she was forced to stop. She gave a growl of irritation and said, "Fine, but give me that gun back as a show of your good intentions."

"Good intentions?" Connor repeated. "An' what about yers? We only got five windows left, an' it's fuckin cold out."

"You'll have bigger shit to worry about if you try anything," she promised. "If you want to help me out so bad, then give me some peace of mind while you're at it, you know what I'm saying?"

The brothers shrugged. "Fine, then," Murphy said, moving to hand back the gun.

"Whoa whoa, wait one fuckin minute here," Rocco burst in. "I'm not going nowhere with a psycho fucking bitch with a loaded gun."

"Ye wanna walk?" Murphy asked.

"C'mon, Roc, the gun's only as good as the bullets in it," Connor told him.

"What the fuck do you think I'm saying?"

"Can the bullshit, Rocco," the woman snapped. "I won't shoot you unless you piss me off."

Murphy smirked. "Sounds pretty reasonable ta me."

Rocco threw up his hands and walked around the car. "Fine. Fuck it. And don't blame me if she fuckin kills us all."

"Fine, then, we'll just have ta compromise," Murphy replied. He ejected the magazine from the gun and checked the chamber for any rounds before handing the woman the empty gun. "Ye can still knock some of his teeth out if ye get pissed off," he suggested. "I'm fairly sure that won't kill him."

"Jesus, my leg is fucking killing me," she groaned as she limped back to the car.

"How'd that happen?" he asked.

"It's a long story." Murphy held the door to let her into the backseat, but she reeled back again and moved away to vomit one more time.

"Take it easy on the road, Connor," Murphy instructed as she spat out the last of the bile. "Might need ta pull over later."

"And I'd hate to puke in the car," she agreed.

He smiled and she got into the back. She leaned against the headrest and closed her eyes, the pain in her head and leg building. "Has anyone seen a bottle of whiskey anywhere?"

"Sorry ta disappoint," Murphy replied. "Ye had one, but it broke when ye dropped the backpack."

She groaned. "You're right. Never mind."

"Hey, do us a favor," Connor said, starting the car. "Tell us yer name."

"You want the real one, or should I use an alias?"

"The real one."

"Renata. Sorry I almost shot you."

He smiled at her. "Thanks for missin me."

She returned the smile, if a bit faintly, and they drove away.

[fireinmoonshot]

Lost.

Summary: Wyatt can’t bear to lose you. So when he does, he breaks (A little drabble). Pairing: Wyatt Logan x Reader Fandom: Timeless Warnings: None A/N: I don’t know if there’s any sort of fanfiction community for Timeless here on Tumblr, but I was inspired by S02E01 of Timeless yesterday and decided to try writing for it! I really love Wyatt Logan (and I ship Lyatt more than anything) and I really loved writing this. If you want me to continue writing for Timeless, please let me know!

Wyatt knows that he’s never going to see you again when the mothership disappears. He just stands there, staring at the empty space of earth where, seconds earlier, the mothership had been. He’d taken his eyes off of you for a second, but that had been a second too long and Flynn had grabbed you. He’d heard you yelling for him, but he’d reacted too slow. Too slow. 

He can feel Rufus next to him, but his voice is muffled. Maybe he’s saying his name, maybe he’s saying something else. Wyatt can’t hear. All he can think about is the fact that he’s never going to see you again. You’re gone. Gone. Rufus is worried, but Wyatt can’t think about that right now. All he can think about is you, how worried you must be and how terrified you must be at the prospect of never seeing him and Rufus again. 

He shouldn’t have taken you for granted. He should have made the most of the time the two of you had together. He’d never expected to lose you so suddenly, like he’d lost Jessica. And then you were gone. That thought alone breaks him out of his trance, and Rufus, beside him, is still saying his name. 

“Wyatt, come on. Wyatt, come on, we have to go. Wyatt. Wyatt!”

Wyatt turns to look at Rufus. His face is full of panic and worry. 

“Wyatt, we have to go. If we don’t we’re going to die.”

He glances around and sees, about a hundred feet away, people running towards them. They’re carrying guns. He forgets about you for just a second while he and Rufus run in the other direction, toward the lifeboat. He can’t risk losing focus on getting back to present day. If he dies here, he knows there’s no chance of him ever seeing you again, but if he gets back in that lifeboat, there’s a chance. A small chance, but still. It’s there. 

He can’t take his eyes off your empty seat in the lifeboat as Rufus flicks switches and presses buttons to get the two of them the hell out of there. You should be sitting there. You should be sitting there, but you aren’t. He squeezes his eyes shut as the feeling of travelling overtakes him. You should be here. But you aren’t. 

Rufus turns to look at him the second they land back in present day. 

“Are you okay?”

He takes his time to answer. Thinking over everything. Is he okay? No. Will he be? Possibly. If he finds you again. If, by some miracle, you show up alive. If Jiya can find the mothership again and he and Rufus can get you back from him. But if he doesn’t...

He doesn’t let himself dwell on that thought, and instead thinks of the good parts – the part where, hours earlier, the two of you had wasted time by picking the most ridiculous clothes for the mission, causing both Agent Christopher and Connor to get rather irritated with you. The part where, after the last mission, the two of you went to get ice-cream with Rufus and Jiya, and you spilt half of yours on your shirt. Wyatt doesn’t think he’s ever laughed as much as he did then. Your smile alone had made him instantly happy. He bought you another ice-cream. 

“I’m fine.”

As he and Rufus leave the lifeboat, he sees the worry etched into Agent Christopher, Jiya and Connor’s faces. They have no idea that you’re missing, not yet. It’s only when both Wyatt and Rufus crawl out of the lifeboat and you don’t follow that they realise. 

Jiya is the first to speak. “Where... where is she?”

“Flynn took her.” Rufus. 

“Where’s the mothership?”

He sees the look on Jiya’s face and knows before she says anything. Agent Christopher is the one to break the news to them, and Wyatt can see the pain of losing you as clear as day on her face too. 

“We don’t know,” she says. “We’ve lost them.”

Wyatt’s hope disappears.

[hypothetical-warped-spaceti-blog]

I Felt You In My Life Before I Ever Thought To

Post Season Two Finale: 

TAGS: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston - Mild, W/L and WyJess 

(very slightly voyeuristic Wyatt)

His heart slammed against his ribs as if it was trying to break straight through. Thump-thump-thumping in almost doubled beats, as he took long strides toward the loading dock the Lifeboat occupied. The alarms were blaring and he could feel the rush of energy at his back as the rest of the group caught up to him. Just barely getting there before it materializes ahead of them, that dark grey hunk of metal-

His heart falters.

“Is this another Lifeboat?” Flynn questioned through a haze, even though he already knew the answer.

Jiya replies as she takes a spot at his side, but her words were hollowed wisps he couldn't fully grasp over the adrenaline pumping in his veins.

He didn't need the hatch to open- Flynn knew with every fiber of his being that she was inside. The very person that set him on this path. The ghost of a woman that has haunted him since the night she waltz into the bar and sat beside him. If the journal wasn't concrete physical evidence of her existence,of her promises, he would have assumed it was some grief riddled intoxicated delusion.

He watches as future Wyatt climbs out. Not being able to stop himself from looking down to the present versions of them right in front of him, as a sinking feeling formed in the pit of his stomach. Flynn forces himself to move past it and turn his eyesight back to the Lifeboat.

It's when his eyes catch her's that the room begins to spin; Flynn expels a breath he didn't realize he withheld.

“Well, what are you waiting on?” The future version of Wyatt said.

“You guys wanna get Rufus back or what?” future Lucy finished for him, as if they rehearsed the most precise way to tilt their world onto a new axis.

Present Lucy blanches. Her mouth dropping open and closing quickly as she turns to regard him, mouthing is that her?

He only acknowledges her for a second, giving a very brief nod, before gazing back to the other Lucy; because yes, while she was the woman from the bar. This one looked like a version of Lara Croft- Sarah Connor- or some other female apocalyptic hero reference Rufus would have interjected had he been there to see it.

The Lucy who met him in Brazil definitely didn't look like that; she was well dressed, possibly too well dressed for the seedy atmosphere he surrounded himself in. He remembers how sorrowfully beautiful she was. How she looked like she had the weight of the entire world sitting upon her shoulders.

She had asked him to leave the bar with her, so he followed wordlessly. He was just so tired of living. Tired of pissing away his life and doing nothing to avenge his family. If she was Rittenhouse, if they had finally managed to locate him, if this was how he met his end- so be it.

Shockingly, instead of granting him the small mercy of certain death like he previously conceived; she forced life back into his deeply decaying body, washing away his dour thoughts.

What have they changed that caused this? Whatever the hell this even was. The team fighting in the zombie or nuclear apocalypse wasn't written in the journal.

He was as flabbergast and in the dark as the rest of the time team.

-x-

She's descending the machine; and everyone is too shocked to disrupt the stagnant silence, too stunned to put a voice to the question, what do you mean get Rufus back?

“Listen, we don't exactly have a world of time.” Future Wyatt states.

He's clearly agitated, over what Flynn couldn't begin to guess. There's a look of aversion that shadows over his roughened face as he bypasses the present version of himself, moving toward Jiya. “You need to get to work.” He fishes in his pocket, pulling out a flash drive that was a little worse for wear and covered in dust. Pinching it between his thumb and pointer finger, wiggling it in front of her. “Immediately.”

“Well, the future is obviously unkind to you.” Connor judged, shifting his pointer finger between present and future Wyatt; coming to Jiya's defense when the woman was too shellshocked to respond for herself. Too grief stricken to even understand what was transforming in front of her.

Flynn wondered if perhaps she thought herself trapped in one of her visions. Some alternate reality- to be honest it hardly felt real to him and he had experienced future Lucy before. Although, at the time she was just Lucy, and there wasn't two of them in the same room- the effect was the same. Lucy Preston in any timeline or situation sure knew how to alter someone's perception of realism.

“Do you mind dialing down your attitude from blackhole to, let's say, perhaps, a molecule?” Connor finished, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Wyatt...” Future Lucy warned.

The man rolled his eyes before squeezing through the gap between Flynn and Jiya, moving straight into the kitchen. She huffed, pinching her lips together as she shook her head at him. “I know you guys probably have a million questions. I imagine the biggest one being how this is all possible... the flash drive will help with the how.”

Lucy walked until she was standing directly in front of Flynn, focused only on him, yet continuing to address the rest of the room. “I can't provide the answers to everything. Time travel rules are in place for a reason.”

He was utterly enchanted in her, observing the mixture of raw emotions filtering through her features; struggling to pick any of them apart individually. Everyone else could have faded into oblivion, leaving only them to exist in each other. Flynn wished that they would scatter away, listen to whatever G.I. Joe Wyatt wanted; then maybe they wouldn't have to keep a safe distance or remain so guarded.

“Today was...” Her hand is moving on it's own volition, reaching forward absentmindedly. Seemingly forgetting herself or where they were and who was watching.

His breath hitches, shivers dancing up and down his spine at the prospect of her touch. Her palm hovered over his chest wound, merely a few millimeters away, so close that the heat of her skin could almost be felt. Before he could stop himself, before he could convince himself otherwise- he gently takes hold of her wrist and presses it where it wanted to go; to hell with everyone watching.

Flynn's thumb caressed the sensitive skin on the underside of her wrist, before placing his palm flat over hers. Lucy's eyes close as she shifts closer, her thumb very gently mimicking the same motion he did to her wrist over his bandage. It was enough to feel but subtle enough not to hurt.

She clears her throat, slowly her eyes reopen, “It's been a long day, not only for you, but for us as well. I think it's best if we all tried to get some sleep and,-”

“Was he alive in your timeline, wherever you came from? Is he alive right now?” Jiya pressed, forcing Lucy out of their private spell. Whatever she was planning on saying to finish her sentence died mid thought. She pulled away from him, taking several large steps out of his personal space. Looking sympathetic, a hint of a wet glimmer swells in her eyes before she blinked it away, pointedly ignoring Jiya's dejected questions.

Lucy popped open one of her pouches on her belt, extracting a dark journal that was all too familiar to him.

“Don't lose this one okay?” She said as she held it out to him.

“Excuse me? If I remember correctly, I handed that back to you, before somebody else had me arrested.” He teased.

“Yeah, well, that certainly wasn't my personal plan.” She laughed lightly, both of them simultaneously glancing over at Denise who furrowed her brow.

“As if I had a choice.” Denise scorned.

“It's mostly blank, but there are some things I wrote on loose paper, tucked in somewhere, for both you and Lucy.”

“We shouldn't be talking about any of this.” present Lucy declared urgently, sheer panic causing her voice to go up several octaves. Her hands were shaking as she took an unsure step toward them, “God, this shouldn't even be possible. You both shouldn't be here, who knows what butterfly effect this could have...” she rambled on.

“We didn't have a choice. This is how it has to be. It's already been done.” future Wyatt calls from inside the kitchen as he rummaged through the cabinets. “We'll fix this as quickly as possible and move on to the next thing.”

“I think Lucy is right.” Denise cautioned. “Both of them.” she added, pinching the bridge of her nose. “We should get some rest and stop talking about what the future is or was, if anything has changed. And since Wyatt is so eager for Jiya to get started. He can accompany her and Connor as they decode whatever is on that flash drive.”

“Do you think we can,” future Lucy nodded toward the corridors, reaching forward, brushing her hand down the bicep on his good arm. “I need to speak with you privately.”

“Of course.” He nodded, trying not to notice how his voice quivered or how feeble the two words were delivered.

-x-

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[thesorceressyennefer]

I was tagged awhile ago by @formerlyjannafaye and even looonger while ago by @paladin-wheeler, @jane-el-hopper, @michael-hearteyes-wheeler, @strange-thangs! (It’s been raining all day, so I thought why not get caught up on tagging games!)

Rules: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag 10 people you want to know better.

I choose:

Stranger Things

Timeless

The Good Place

The first character you loved:

Dustin!! When he tried to give Nancy that last slice of pizza and she slammed the door in his face I was sold on him and this show.

Lucy!! I was biased because of her name lol. And also cause the actress played Scottie on Suits and she’s goddamn gorgeous. 

CHIDI

The character you never expected to love so much:

Come on, the entire fandom is gonna say Hopper. 

Just like all of them? I never expected to love the show or the characters as much as I do lol.

Janet! I always thought she’d be one dimensional because she’s a robot but then she developed feelings for Jason and grew as a character!

The character you relate to the most:

Nancy or Jonathan! Nancy reminds me a lot of myself as a teenager, trying to figure out who I am, trying to navigate relationships, studying lol. Jonathan cause he’s got dat social anxiety. 

Hmmm, maybe Lucy? Cause we’re both history nerds. 

Chidi because I am indecisive and anxious af!!!

The character you’d slap:

Brenner, of course. 

Lucy’s mom!!!

Tahani’s parents!! 

Three favorite characters (in order of preference):

Max, Jonathan, Will (I waffled back and forth a lot between putting Nancy as third though)

Rufus, Lucy, Wyatt

Chidi, Eleanor, Tahani

A character you liked at first but don’t anymore:

Hmm, okay here me out. I thought Billy was a great character. An irredeemable, racist, bad-to-the-core, vile human being. A great villain. Then, that part of the fandom happened and the Duffers are actually hinting at him and Karen hooking up in s3 and now I wish his character had never been created. 

I didn’t like him that much to begin with, but Connor Mason just keeps seeming more and more irrelevant.

I don’t think there is one!

A character you did not like at first but now do:

Bob! Lmao I was like “I don’t like this guy, I don’t trust this guy” and then he died and my heart broke. 

I was totally prepared to not like Jessica, but she actually is really interesting so far and I can’t wait to see what’s up with her (cause you know she’s connected to Rittenhouse somehow)

I thought it was annoying how dumb Jason was at first, but he’s grown on me!

Three OTPS:

Lumax, Stoncy/any combination of the teens, Jopper

Lucy x Wyatt, Rufus x Jiya, that’s it so far!!

Chidi x Eleanor, Chidi x Eleanor, Chidi x Eleanor!!!

[hithelleth]

Timeless 2 x 03 “Hollywoodland”

Can’t decide whether this was better or worse than last week.

The Rittenhouse/time-travel part was better done, I think. 

I see nobody on the ‘good side’ gives a fuck about changing history (although arguably for the better) anymore. Fine. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So, after the loss of Mason Industries costume department, they now acquire period appropriate wardrobe by stealing. (Lol, at Lucy indulging herself by stealing another dress, since the 1940s are her favourite time period. It’s the small pleasures, girl. :))

Loved the gala dress and Abigail singing, BTW.

I think Connor means well, he just can’t get it across. Also, a+ stab at Denise with ‘are you going to arrest me?’

So, while the other two pilots died of brain damage, Jiya’s time-travel mishap cured her?

And OMG, I could relate on so many things to Jiya. The fear of doctors. Heart-condition. IDK, but I’d almost trade off having visions and seizures for a healthy heart. (No, just kidding, IDK what’s worse; but, Jiya basically had my dream come true, to have your heart magically cured in an instant.)

Of course Rittenhouse would try to get rid of Flynn in prison. I loved that Lucy found a perfect way to kill two birds with one stone and slipped an escape kit in Flynn’s cell inside the 1941 when it was just being built.

So, now the bunker has a new roommate, this should be fine. :D

(Wyatt’s hostile attitude isn’t surprising, but, man, I love you, but look yourself in the mirror sometime. You have just killed two (or was just the Rittenhouse guy) men… ah, but you did it to stop Rittenhouse. Oh, wait.)

(Not to mention breaking out of the bunker and alarming everyone instead of, you know, at least trying to talk to Denise first - you could still break out later if she said no. And Flynn’s the one not to be trusted?)

(Also, Lucy deserved a word, before you just up and left. I bet she’d be understanding – definitely a lot more than she will be now (and I think she will be, because that’s Lucy.))

Anyway, I’m gonna pretend Lyatt stuff is happening on another show.

Look, I’d like it a lot more if it was more organic and done in a more ‘just happening along the way’ way – and I’m sure the same people who ship them would still ship them, maybe even more people and harder. But this just seemed so awkward and cheesy and took so much time that could be better spend on virtually anything else. Eh.

However, at least Jessica being back now put a wrench into it! (I’m evil, yes.) At least temporarily, she’s most likely going to die again sooner rather than later. Which will be a really shitty thing to do to Wyatt, writers. Either let her stay dead or keep her alive and let them be more or less happy together. And if it makes Lucy sad, I’m sure someone can be found for comfort and company (if nothing else. ;))

[julia-highstorms]

My LIs

List your LIs in each book your playing

I was tagged by @choicesaholic​. Thank youuuuu <3

It Lives in the Woods:

Who I’m romancing: No one BECAUSE

Second Choice: King Kang

Most underrated LI: Stacy!!

Most overrated LI: no one, I guess… They all deserve love. Even Connor because he cried at my memorial, at least

Least favorite LI: Connor

Who I wish was an LI: beanieboyemoking NOAH DUH I STILL AM NOT OVER HIM. Also Dan (he’s so nice)

The Royal Romance

Who I’m romancing: King Liam

Second Choice: Maxwell

Most underrated LI: Hana

Most overrated LI: Drake

Least favorite LI: Drake

Who I wish was an LI: MY GIRL OLIVIA, OBVIOUSLY

The Freshomore

Who I’m romancing: Zig

Most overrated LI:  IDK Zig maybe?

Most underrated LI: James, specially now that he’s not Michael B. Jordan anymore

Least Favourite LI: Kaitlyn, because I’ll always see her as the bff.

Who I wish was an LI: no one i guess

LoveHacks:

Who I’m romancing: Mark

Second Choice: TBH my MC was romancing everyone lol

Most underrated LI: Leah

Most overrated LI: none

Least favorite LI: no one, I like all of them. But the gang was better.

Who I wish was an LI: HORATIOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (although MC would never be good enough to him lol)

High School Story:

Who I’m romancing: my precious awkward shy and musician angel Aiden

Second Choice: MARIAAAAAAAA (I honestly love that girl)

Most underrated LI: All the LIs except Michael, tbh

Most overrated LI: MICHAEL

Least favorite LI: Emma, because I like Emma with Luis

Who I wish was an LI: Julian for LI 2k18

The Haunting of Braidwood Manor

Who I’m romancing: what’s his name? Oh yeah, Victor

Second Choice: Eleanor

Most overrated LI: none

Most underrated LI: none

Least favorite LI: None

Who I wish was an LI: None

Endless Summer

Who I’m romancing: Estela

Second Choice: Quinn

Most overrated LI: JAKE McKENZIE OBVIOUSLY

Most underrated LI: Quinn!!!

Least favorite LI: I know people will come to torture me but Jake

Who I wish was an LI: Michelle Nguyen duh

Hero

Who I’m romancing: KENJI I MISS HIM SO MUCH OH MY GOD

Second Choice: IDK, I like Grayson and Eva pretty much.

Most overrated LI: Kenji probably lol but DAMN

Most underrated LI: Grayson

Least favorite LI: None

Who I wish was an LI: none I JUST WANT HERO 2 SOON BECAUSE I MISS KENJI, DAMN IT PB

The Crown And The Flame

Who I’m romancing: Sorry, Kenna x Dom for life

Second Choice: VALENTINA GREAVES, THE MOST BADASS MERCENARY. And Sei to Dom.

Most overrated LI: none

Most underrated LI: none

Least Favourite: Rose (who disappears in the end lol)

Who I wish was an LI: no one

Rules of Engagement

Best Li: I chose the bartender (Dean) so…

Second Choice: no one.

Most Overrated: Leo?

Most underrated: William? I guess this was his name?

Worst Li: no one, MC was the worst.

Who I wish was an Li: no one

Red Carpet Diaries

Best Li: IDK I CAN’T DECIDE PEOPLE but I think I’ll go with Sean.

Second: I’VE ALREADY TOLD YOU I CAN’T DECIDE, Teja probably

Most underrated: No one, I like all of them

Overrated : none

Worst: none

Who I wish was a LI: Ethan Blake

Home For The Holidays

Who I’m romancing: Wyatt LOL DIES OF EMBARASSMENT

Second Choice: no one

Most underrated LI: no one

Most overrated LI: NICK PERALTA

Least favorite LI: NICK. fuck this guy

Who I wish was an LI: no one, I just want this book to end

Tagging @miragemeister @rinmaklin @zahranamazis @andykangs

[rittenhousetl]

TV SERIES REVIEW: TIMELESS (2016 -)

If you haven’t been watching NBC’s Timeless, you should be. I just binge-watched the first season on Netflix UK, and I am hopelessly smitten. Timeless is an American, sci-fi, time travel, adventure series that follows a trio of resolute and, sometimes, rather reluctant time travelers, as they seek to stop a nefarious villain from ravaging history, thereby altering the present. Yeah, that about sums it up in a nutshell, but there is so much more going on. Think Quantum Leap, MacGyver, The X-Files, Indiana Jones (and I’m dating myself with those references, I know), with lots of existential ponderings, conspiracy theories, nuanced malice, great costumes and sets, and, yeah, one long, slow burn romance that gets you right in the ticker. You’ll be shipping Wyatt and Lucy, I promise you!

THE SCIENCE NERD, THE HISTORY PROF, AND THE ELITE SOLDIER

A time machine – the mothership – is stolen by one deliciously, Byronically brooding Garcia Flynn (Goran Višnjić – Luka for old E.R. fans!), one maliciously vulnerable guy, who also absconds with the ship’s pilot and inventor, Anthony Bruhl (Matt Frewer). He’s out to wreak havoc in the past in order to remedy apparent injustices in the present. I won’t spoil all the plot points here. But maybe there’s more to it than readily meets the eye.

Hoping to thwart Flynn’s plans, Connor Mason (Paterson Joseph), owner of the said time machine and ambiguous mystery man, calls in the feds, who hastily put together a crew to go after Flynn. The rattling, rickety, time machine prototype, the so-called Lifeboat, is pulled into action. The two time machines are connected, so each group knows when the other is on the move and has a general sense of where the other is going. But only three people can be in the Lifeboat capsule at one time. And one has to be the pilot.

Rufus Carlin (Malcolm Barrett) is the pilot. He was Anthony’s understudy and mentee, the only other person who can pilot the time machine. He’s nervous, socially awkward, indecisive, brilliant, scared. A young history professor, Lucy Preston (Abigail Spencer), with an open heart and perfectionist tendencies, is recruited, armed with the task of keeping the past intact. And rounding out the crew is the elite soldier, a haunted man of action, Master Sergeant Wyatt Logan (Matt Lanter), whose mission it is to eliminate Flynn and protect Lucy and Rufus.

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Parallel Lines - Chapter 5

Summary:

Amy Preston’s sister went missing in 2016. Two years later, down on her luck and having a miserable day, she meets a handsome stranger who proves to be a lifesaver in more ways than one, who tells her an impossible story - and offers her a choice that changes her whole life.

Jiya Marri has never fully understood her visions, and when given the chance to save the life of the man she loves, she failed. So when visitors from another timeline show up, battered journal in hand, and tell her there’s a way she (and only she) can still save Rufus…well, what has she got to lose?

Lucy Preston has lost everything. When she’s finally given back one of the most important things in her life, she’s determined to keep that safe. But this new journal is recounting events that never happened, things not yet come to pass, and as keepers of the journal, she and Flynn know something is very, very wrong…they just aren’t sure what.

A story of past and present intertwined, of infinite universes, of choices to go left instead of right and all the consequences that go along with that choice.

Fandom: Timeless

Pairing(s):  Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston, Wyatt Logan/Jessica Logan, Rufus Carlin/Jiya Marri

Read from the start here

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Rufus waits impatiently as the orderly squeezes his bag of donuts far tighter than he really needs to if he’s looking for sharp objects.  It’s not like this is a prison (well, not technically), and Rufus highly doubted Stanley Fisher would be hopping out of bed anytime soon to make his jailbreak.  Hell, the man couldn’t even walk anymore, his leg muscles had atrophied so severely. This fact never seemed to bother Stanley, in the rare moments of lucidity he had now and then.  He always seemed impatient having to actually speak with someone in the ‘real world’, as if he was hurrying through the conversation so he could quickly get back to his visions.

Part of Rufus envies him.

The orderly finally hands the bag back to Rufus and gets to his feet, nodding for him to follow.  Reaching the door, the orderly pulls a keycard on a retractable cord from his belt and presses it to an access panel next to a patient room.  The door locks disengage loudly, and the orderly tugs the door open, again nodding for Rufus to go in.

Rufus steps into the room, his crumpled bag of donuts clasped in one hand.  No luck - Stanley was having a bad day (though Stanley would argue it’s a good day), his head laying slack against the mattress as his eyes stay permanently rolled back in his head.  It had been disturbing the first few times Rufus had visited, watching his eyes twitch all over while his mouth lolled open, but before long he’d adjusted to it enough that he no longer noticed it.  Hell, he’d even cleaned up the man’s drool once or twice without his one-sided conversation breaking stride.

“Hey Stanley!” he says with false enthusiasm, and as expected gets no response.  A pretty deep one today, then. Oh well, press on. “Looking good buddy. Doing something new with your hair?”

He flops into the seat next to Stanley’s hospital bed.  He’s not sure why he’s still making these weekly visits.  Attempting to keep his sanity, he supposes, seeing as Stanley is officially the only person left with whom he can discuss his life.  He’d considered a therapist briefly, then realized that would be utterly pointless - he’d be admitted to the room next to Stanley immediately.  Thanks a lot, time travel.

“It hasn’t been the most productive week for me so far,” he begins, reaching into the bag to retrieve a smushed donut and taking a bite.  He holds the bag out toward Stanley, offering a donut. He knows he’ll get no response, but it gives him the illusion he’s having an actual conversation and not just talking into the void.  “No? Suit yourself.” He plops the bag down on the table next to the hospital bed, then leans back in his chair. “I’ve managed to collect a bit more information about some of the main Rittenhouse safehouses, not that it does me much good without a government agency behind me, but at least it’s some sort of progress.”

He’s not even sure why he’s continuing to try.  It would be easy to simply collect his family and disappear, let someone else lead the fight against Rittenhouse - what could one man do against them, anyway?  But that idea only ever lasts a few seconds before he imagines a world shaped by Rittenhouse, things changing around him without his even realizing, and knows there’s every chance running away would do nothing, and his life would just get exponentially worse the more Rittenhouse meddled unimpeded.  They could even take a trip back to erase him, and he’d never be aware of it.  He has literally only one option left - fighting back.  

(True, he technically has two options, but the other one - to give up and die - isn’t a real solution so much as his easy way out)

“I’ve still had no luck with my theoretical physics research.  Trying to figure out the science of all this without Connor or-”  He swallows. He hasn’t been able to say her name in months. Each time he thinks about her, he feels like he’s on the edge of a total breakdown, and he just…can’t do that right now.  Not yet. There would be time to mourn her, to mourn them all, later. “Well, anyway. Anthony was better at all this than me. Nothing like learning on the job, huh?”

No response.

“Yeah, you get it.  Anyway, I’ve been trying to figure out how to reproduce the conditions of that Lifeboat trip, the one we did with four people to three seats.  Figured it might be handy to have some visions to give me a vague idea of where to go with everything. Not that we ever proved the visions were tied to something that actually happened during that trip, but I’m desperate if that isn’t obvious.  No luck so far. I’m tempted just to try taking the Lifeboat out and then unstrap from my seat, but that’s probably the dumbest idea I’ve come up with yet and a recipe for a concussion. Running out of them, though, so eventually it’ll come down to what have I got to lose?”

Rufus reaches for his bag of donuts and retrieves another mashed up ring.  “It’ll either work or kill me,” he adds, “and at this point, either one of those options would be good.”

God, she’d hit him so hard upside the head if she were here.   How dare you, Rufus Carlin.  You are not a quitter and you never have been.  And Connor would probably stand just behind her, nodding his assent and giving him a pointed fatherly I’m not mad, just disappointed look.  Not that they could possibly understand his situation.  They’d never had to live in a world without him in it.

“You know, Stanley, you’ve been vision-ing the last three weeks that I’ve come by.  Starting to feel like it’s pointless to visit.” He looks over his shoulder, toward the window currently filled with sunlight.  It’s a beautiful day outside. Why was he even bothering with this, when he could be out there, getting some air before heading back to his makeshift bunker (actually a vacant, run-down warehouse that he’d bought with some cash he had set aside, no questions asked from the seller who obviously wasn’t above board himself).  What he really wished he could go do is visit his mother and Kevin, even just for an hour…but if it wasn’t safe for them before, it was definitely unsafe for them now.

A noise from the bed catches his attention and he turns back to face Stanley.  To his complete and utter shock, Stanley has come to, and is currently blinking as he squints up at the ceiling, his eyes not yet adjusted to the harsh change in lighting.

“Hey Stanley,” Rufus says, grinning.  “Welcome back to the land of the living, bud.”

Stanley turns his head and only then seems to notice Rufus, and his face brightens in response.  He reaches a hand for the bed controls to lift himself into a sitting position (he could, obviously, just sit up, but Rufus is certain his back muscles are starting to atrophy along with the rest of his body and he probably doesn’t have the strength anymore).  Once he’s comfortably able to look at Rufus face to face, he returns the grin. “Rufus. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Oh?  Why’s that?”  He holds out the bag of donuts again, and this time Stanley takes one.  Rufus is fully aware Stanley has a g-tube trailing from his abdomen where his body gets its nutrition, but he still seems to enjoy the treats that Rufus brings all the same.  Which makes sense; he may be unconscious 95% of the time, but he’s still human, and Rufus suspects the routine reminds Stanley of his life before all of…this. The good old days when Rufus would adjust the coding on the fly while Stanley was in the simulator giving him feedback on how it handled, and afterward they’d always make a coffee run for the team, taking turns buying.  If he’s being honest, Rufus enjoys the reminder of a happier time as well. A time when they were all excited about their mind-blowing innovation, excited about changing the future for the better.

Stanley savors his donut, taking only small bites so as to avoid upsetting his stomach.  “I heard whispers of you.”

Ah, so it starts.  Usually he could get a minute or two of real conversation out of Stanley before everything he said switched to ‘batshit insane’ mode.  Still, at least he’d gotten him conscious for once, after three weeks of talking to the wall.

“Who was whispering?”

“Me.”  Stanley grins widely.  “Haunting me through the past, trying to catch my attention, but no, no, it isn’t smart to let down your guard when traveling.  But I caught me.”

This is a new one.  He’d heard Stanley talk about wisdom he’d gleaned from historical figures, heard him rave enthusiastically about ‘forbidden colors’, but he’d never mentioned conversations with himself before.  Maybe his brain was finally starting to break down, and this was the unfortunate first sign of the end.

Still, may as well indulge him.  “And what did you tell yourself, Stanley?”

“We compared notes first.”  Another couple of bites; Rufus waits in pained silence, trying to be patient with his sick friend.  “Such interesting differences.”

“Differences?” he repeats, eyebrow raised.  “Sorry buddy, you lost me.”

“Oh, of course, you don’t have the gift.  It’s a tangled web, Rufus, each of us coming so close to each other but never touching.  But those with the gift transcend, not tethered to any single path-”

Rufus raises a hand.  “Hang on bud, before we get into…that stuff, what did you tell yourself about me?”

Stanley pauses, thrown off by the interruption, then perks again.  “Oh, yes! It was about her.”

“Her?”

Stanley’s grin widens.  “She’s looking for you.”

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[hithelleth]

Timeless 2 x 06 “The King of the Delta Blues”

Are these writers trying to kill us with so much goodness?

Let’s start with Denise saying they eventually have to start trusting Flynn and providing him with a gun.

Of course, she also had the ulterior motive on keeping Wyatt in the present to have him spy on Rittenhouse which didn’t go so well as the first location was a bust and they might have destroyed all the relevant info at the second one before Nic, Carol, and Emma got away with the Mothership.

Wyatt had Carol at a gun point but didn’t shoot her because Lucy would never forgive him (or would she?)

Anyway, maybe it’s just me, but, sorry, Wyatt, you can’t have it both ways: he wanted Jessica back and convinced her to give him another chance (and apparently she is doing just that, ahem), but he is also pining after Lucy… What does he expect? That she’s gonna be eternally miserable, pining for him now? Sorry, can’t do. Lucy deserves better (and better is right there in the bunker, lol, but I’ll get to that in a minute. ;))

Actually, they could also all sit down and decide to have a polyamorous arrangement, but that will never happen on mainstream TV, so Wyatt is just going to have to stop thinking only about what he wants and start thinking also about what is best for the women he supposedly loves. And I hope they don’t give him the easy way out by making Jessica disappear or die again. Or be revealed as Rittenhouse. Anyway, I’m rooting for Wyatt/Jessica.

Connor’s existential crisis reached its peak via the news that he’s losing his hold in Mason’s Industries and all his life’s work. And I loved how that connected with Robert Johnson’s story and how the two men helped each other out of their respective crises. Also, loved seeing Rufus and Connor bonding and talking, I missed this side of their relationship – and then Connor saving his life, again, literally, this time.

(Though, Rufus’s thank you when he thought Flynn was the one wo took the shot was something – it would have been such a poetic parallel to being shot by Flynn.)

And, of course, seeing Connor on the mission, fanboying (and yes, fan(boy)s can save the world, apparently) was all sorts of awesome and fun; more please!

Oh, Rufus and Jiya did find a solution for 4 people to travel in the Lifeboat.

Jiya had also had a premonition of Rufus dying, involving cowboys? It better not happen.

But let’s talk about Lucy and Flynn! I haven’t stopped internally screaming and externally smiling since watching the episode. OMG.

Seriously. The synced reactions to everything from being pissed at Mason to amused and laughing.

When have any of them actually returned from the mission laughing?

And the smiles! And the way they just simply enjoyed themselves during the recording.

And the whole protectiveness thing.

And him being concerned about how she’s dealing about Wyatt situation with vodka.

And Lucy finally got to talk about Amy! And he apologised for his part in her disappearance that he obviously hadn’t intended to happen.

And the whole talks about knowing her and not knowing her, but wanting to get to know her!

And he told her they can’t give up the hope of getting their loved ones back – because she was the one who gave him hope and now he’s returning the favour.

Oh, and did I mention more of that silent communication they have going?!

Well, and Lucy is spending the night with more than just vodka for company. :)

[hithelleth]

Timeless 1 x 11 “The World’s Columbian Exposition”

Okay, Timeless writers, I see what you’re doing and I don’t like it. You know, that thing when you make me feel for the ‘villain’ and then ‘course correct’ or change your mind or decide to screw around with are they or aren’t they evil? Yeah, that. Seen enough of that on TV and I’m frankly fed up with it, so just don’t go there, okay?

(Also, FFS, if Kripke can only do 10 great episodes and then fuck everything up, maybe he should stop with TV shows and go with movies or mini-series instead.)

But anyway, there were still things I liked.

Lucy, Wyatt and Rufus saving each other.

Lucy and Harry Houdini. (Damn it, show, why are you making Lucy shippable with characters from the past and therefore so very dead?)

Oh, I loved that Connor really does care about Rufus so much that he’d help him and his family escape. But I loved even more that Rufus refused to run. And then his message to ‘the Rittenhouse guy’ (Cahill, I assume) was fabulous. (They really don’t have another pilot, ahem.)

And Flynn kept his word and gave Wyatt the name of Jessica’s killer. Now, Wyatt, do prove that you’re a better man and don’t go after the poor innocent parents. (Unless he breaks the rules and goes to the time he already exists?)

(Anyway, as per Flynn’s logic re: going to an earlier time to fix something, why don’t they apply it to the entire concept? This whole back and forth in time doesn’t make sense, especially now that they found out Rittenhouse was only one man; it would make sense to always go to an earlier time? *shrugs* I guess logic is only to be applied when convenient, my bad, I forgot. (Hmm, I’m nostalgic after the good ol’ times of Revo LJ comm when we were making fun of logic-what-logic and such lol. Oh, Kripke & co.))

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Burgundy & Blue - Chapter 7

Fandom: Timeless Pairings: Garcia Flynn / Lucy Preston

Summary:

“Well…what are you waiting on? You guys want to get Flynn back or what?”  Never underestimate the tenacity of a woman with a broken heart and a time machine. Lucy does her best impression of Flynn and punches holes in her own timeline in a desperate attempt to save his life - but actions have consequences.

Read from the start here.

Halfway through the jump sequence, the Lifeboat gives Lucy an error alert.  She panics, eyes scanning all the monitors to track down a readout of what’s going on; in all their trips taken to-date, she can’t recall Rufus ever receiving a piloting error, even when he had to pilot half conscious with a bullet in his abdomen.  Finally, she spots a small flashing alert on a monitor off to the side.

ANOMALY - TARGET TIMELINE UNAVAILABLE.  REROUTING TO NEAREST AVAILABLE SET POINT.

Not being an actual pilot, there isn’t much she can do about it except to hope and pray she ends up where she needs to.  The Lifeboat is lurching more than usual and she grips the armrests, eyes closed, hoping she’s not about to end up severed in half or wiped from history or some other horrific fate.  The irony isn’t lost on her - that in attempting to save Flynn’s life, she could lose her own, and she wonders for a second if this is just time correcting course for itself again - and at that moment, the Lifeboat settles, the monitor indicating the jump sequence is complete.

She’s home.

Lucy unbuckles her restraints, hands shaking slightly.  The monitor is indicating it’s currently 2:33 AM, and the bunker is most likely just snapping awake to the sound of the Lifeboat landing.  She finds herself incredibly nervous, hand hovering over the button to open the door. She isn’t sure how she’ll react if she finds nothing has changed - isn’t sure if she can take the surge of grief all over again if it didn’t.

Taking a deep breath, she hits the button, holding Flynn’s jacket against herself tightly, her mouth set in a thin line.  

The first faces she sees are Connor and Jiya, both near the central console.  Both are still wearing their pajamas, and both look utterly relieved to see her.  Lucy smiles. She didn’t realize how homesick she felt until this moment, her head clear for the first time in ages as she finally isn’t sharing a timeline with her past self.  Wyatt appears then, quickly moving to push the stairs over to the Lifeboat - a luxury of sorts after having spent so long having to crawl in and out of it - and Rufus wanders in shortly after, yawning and looking rather put out that his sleep was interrupted.

She crawls out of the Lifeboat, eyes scanning the room, but there doesn’t seem to be any sign of anyone else joining them.  Lucy halts at the top of the stairs, waiting, hand gripping the railing tighter and tighter as the seconds stretch by. Nothing.

The ache in her chest is searing, burning, as painful as the night of his death, maybe even worse as she’d had hope to keep her going over the past few weeks.  She moves forward and takes the first step slowly, her head spinning.

I really have lost everything.

“God, Lucy, we were so worried,” Wyatt says as she reaches the ground, and he hugs her tightly, but she can’t bring herself to return it and merely stands frozen in place.  “Where the hell were you?”

She opens her mouth to reply, but words fail her.  Rufus grabs her for his own hug as Wyatt steps away.  “We couldn’t even track you,” Rufus says, holding her at the shoulders as he steps back.  “It gave us errors every time we tried. It’s like you just disappeared from existence.”

Lucy can only shrug and utter a quiet, “Sorry.” It doesn’t feel like a good enough explanation of her recent behavior, but she is suddenly feeling so incredibly tired, far too tired to really get into it, and all she wants is a warm shower and her bed.  The pain in her chest is getting worse by the minute, and she looks down at the jacket still slung over her left arm, feeling tears burning in her eyes.

“Luce, are you okay?” Wyatt asks, glancing down at the jacket curiously.

She nods.  “I just need some sleep.”  She’s still not meeting anyone’s eyes and feels a desperate urge to run, flee to the safety of her room or get back in the Lifeboat and jump far away from here.  The sting of failure is overwhelming her and she feels as if she may be sick. She walks forward slowly, easing past her concerned friends, eyes glued to the floor.  She’s never felt so hopeless, so lost. So alone

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nothing takes the past away (like the future) - Part 5

Lucy Preston x Garcia Flynn

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

AO3

Words: 2644                       

Series Summary: There are no guidelines for being handed your future child. Especially one who’s being hunted through time by an evil organization. Lucy and Flynn, who haven’t even admitted their feelings for each other, are in for one hell of a surprise. Battling Rittenhouse in the past had been their only mission for so long, but now they have to face their future, and even worse, their feelings. Being faced with your future child kind of puts things into perspective.

Chapter: 5/20

Author’s notes: Cue me apologizing for taking so long but like….LIFE. Anyways I hope you enjoy this drama and angst with some fluff at the end of course I don’t wanna kill you guys I love you too much. Hope you enjoy!!

The alarm cut off abruptly, the bunker falling into an eerie silence.

Lucy’s heart was pounding, her whole body screaming to race toward her little girl. But Garcia had a tight grip on her arm, stopping her from running into the unknown.

The silence grew. After the one scream, there hadn’t been a sound from Grace, and Lucy didn’t know how to take that. If something happened to her…she wasn’t sure she would be able to come back from that. After losing her sister. Her mother. So many people. Losing Grace would tip her over the edge.

A loud crash sounded from down the hall, startling both Garcia and Lucy into action.

Garcia pressed something into Lucy’s hands. Looking down, she gripped onto the gun with a fierce determination, trying to steady her shaking hands. Looking back at Garcia, she watched as he slid his sling off, grimacing in pain as he reached down and pulled another gun out from his waistband.

Her brows furrowed as she looked between the two guns, but Garcia just shrugged as if to say that even though this was their safe house, they were never really safe. He had learned that when his family had been murdered in their own home.

Walking side by side, the couple stalked down the hall, their guns aimed low. Garcia waved back at her, silently telling her to wait as he quickly turned the corner, lifting his gun up. After a moment, he waved her forward and Lucy followed quickly.

Her heart caught in her throat as she caught sight of a body lying motionless on the ground.

Wyatt.

Garcia bent down pressing his fingers against the man’s neck, nodding when he felt the heartbeat. Lucy let out a sigh, but before she could relax even minutely, faint cries flowed from around the corner.

With a nod, the couple stepped fully into the next room. And Lucy’s heart dropped.

Emma and Jessica stood at the far end of the room. Guns drawn. And in front of Jessica, stood Grace. The older woman’s hand holding tight to the girl’s shoulder. Grace’s eyes were wet, but she struggled to hold back her cries. And when her eyes met Lucy’s, her lip quivered once before her body straightened. Her attempt at being brave. The fact that her daughter had a life such as this, broke her a little inside.

Lucy’s eyes flitted to the corner of the room, Rufus was kneeling on the ground, his body in front of both Jiya and Connor, the latter seemingly unconscious on the ground. Rufus nodded to her. Looking up she finally met Emma’s eyes, the woman twirling her gun comically in her fingers.

“Emma.”

“Lucy.” The woman smirked. She knew she had the upper hand. She was in their territory but she was the one in control. Because she had Grace.

Grace was shaking as Jessica held her tight against her. The grin on Emma’s face twisted as her eyes jumped from Lucy’s horrified gaze to the little girl.

“Seems like you’re not the princess anymore. I’d recognize that face anywhere. A daughter. I didn’t know you had it in you.” She said throwing a glance between her and Garcia. “What I want to know is how you hid it from us. From your mother. But in any term, this changes things.”

“This changes nothing.” Lucy gritted, her grip tightening on the gun.

“Au contraire. She’s Rittenhouse. She’s ours.”

Lucy raised the gun aiming at Emma.

The woman scoffed, putting her own gun in her waistband, “Oh, stop embarrassing yourself. Put the gun down.”

Lucy shook her head, her finger itching around the trigger.

“Lucy.” Garcia whispered. Lucy threw him a glance, her heart stopping at the sight of a gun aimed at his head.

Garcia swallowed hard as the man pressed the gun against his temple. And with a grave expression, dropped his gun, reluctantly handing it over to the man.

“I thought you didn’t believe in the blood.” Distraction. That was her only tactic.

Emma walked over brushing a hand over Grace’s head, “No. Your mother was all too concerned about bloodlines. It’s an old-fashioned belief. I may not believe in that but I do believe in corrupting a young child. How do you think we got Jessica here on our side? Persuading a young girl isn’t that hard.”

Lucy watched as Jessica threw Emma a startled glance, her gaze traveling down to the small girl in front of her.

“Jessica.”

The woman looked at Lucy, “Jessica, please.” Lucy begged, her gaze dropping to the woman’s stomach. She wasn’t sure if she was even pregnant but maybe just maybe she would feel for her.

Emma rolled her eyes as she waved her hand, the man next to Garcia shoving at his back with his gun. Garcia stumbled, throwing a glare at the man as he walked stiffly over toward Emma.

When he reached the woman, she reached out her hand, a sly grin growing on her face as she brushed a hand over his cheek, her smile widening as he flinched back.

“And we could have been so good together, Flynn.” She glanced down at Grace, “It’s a pity.”

With a shrug, she pulled out a knife that glistened under the fluorescent lights of the bunker.

Lucy took a step forward, but without missing a beat, Emma placed the knife against Garcia’s throat.

“If that knife moves an inch closer, you’re dead.” Lucy swore, the gun shaking in her hand.

Emma smiled, her finger tapping against the knife handle, “Then let’s make a trade. You can keep your daughter for now. In return for something.”

Lucy blinked, realization dawning on her face, “You’re not here to kill us. You need us alive.”

“Need is such a strong word. I don’t have to kill you now so why waste a perfectly good battle later on?” Emma mused.

“Daddy?” Grace cried as she tried to reach out for her father who was so close yet so far. The man tried to reach out, but the knife dug deeper into his neck, a line of blood slipping down his neck, and he groaned.

“Not now princess, the grownups are talking. Give me the journal, Flynn and I’ll be out of your hair for the time being.”

The journal? She had come all this way just for her journal. The things they could do with the knowledge in that journal could change the course of history.

“We don’t have it.” Garcia gritted.

“Now I think we all know that’s not true.” She said running the knife along his cheek, “I mean, I could just take your daughter here instead. I think that would be an even trade.”

“No.” Lucy said. She placed the gun down on the ground, holding her hands up, “I’ll give you the journal, just let Grace go.”

Emma feigned a coo, “Little Princess Grace.” She pulled the knife away from Garcia’s neck, shoving the man over toward his daughter. Garcia quickly pulled Grace away from Jessica, hoisting the girl into his arms.

Emma motioned toward Lucy, “Lead the way, Princess.” Lucy nodded, catching Garcia’s eye before slipping out of the room, followed by Emma.

Garcia started after them but stopped short when he heard someone cock their gun. Turning around, the goon Emma had brought, had his gun aimed at the man and shook his head. Garcia swallowed turning back toward the empty doorway, praying Lucy would be alright.

Just a few minutes later, Emma and Lucy returned. Emma, the journal in hand and smirk on her face. Lucy, however, was stiff. A vacant expression adorning her usually expressive face.

Garcia hurried over toward Lucy, taking care to keep Grace turned away from the intruders, “Lucy? Lucy, what happened?”

The woman didn’t seem to even notice his presence, instead, her eyes unfocused as they stared into nothing.

“Well, it’s been fun. Remember what I said, princess.” Emma said before snapping her fingers and stalking out of the room, Jessica and their goon following quickly after.

Not long after Emma, Jessica, and their goon had left, Denise returned, finding the place and the travelers a mess.

“What the hell happened?” She said putting down the gun she had pulled out when she saw the door to the bunker blown open.

Rufus and Jiya were leaning over Connor’s motionless body. Wyatt was sitting against the wall, holding onto his pounding head. And Garcia and Lucy were holding on tight to Grace, silent tears streaming down the little girl’s face.

“Emma.” Lucy stated.

Denise tensed looking around.

Garcia sighed, “She’s gone.” He paused, throwing a worried glance at Lucy before turning back to Denise, “She took the journal.”

Denise nodded solemnly, “We need to leave. Now.”

Even though they had just talked about switching safe houses yesterday, Denise moved fast. She had been scouting out potential bunkers casually for the past few months. And last night she had managed to find one that would accommodate the lifeboat and their seemingly ever-growing group of travelers. Even though it wasn’t stocked and they would have to leave most of their belongings behind, they would at least be safe for the time being.

Rufus and Jiya remained behind to move the lifeboat, while everybody else climbed into an old mini-van.

To say the car ride was tense would be an understatement. Wyatt hadn’t spoken a word since Jessica had left. Connor was messing with the radio trying to distract himself. And Denise drove the car tensely, throwing glances over her shoulder every few seconds looking for potential tails.

Lucy, Garcia, and Grace had the whole backseat to themselves. The family wrapped around each other, the little girl was still shaking slightly, not releasing her tight grip on her parents.

Garcia watched concerned as Lucy stared off into space, looking out the black tinted windows of the car. She hadn’t spoken the whole ride except a few words to Grace here and there. He couldn’t talk to her now. He would have to wait until they got to the new safe house.

It wasn’t until hours later that they finally arrived. To their new home.

Introducing Grace to a new bunker was surprisingly easy. Even after such a hectic day, the little girl was relaxed as she explored the new space and began talking about how she would decorate the walls with new pictures.

Lucy, on the other hand, wasn’t doing as well. After pressing a kiss to Grace’s head, she tried to leave the room, brushing past Garcia on her way out. However, the man reached out grabbing onto her arm. After a moment of hesitation, Lucy pulled out of his reach and took off down the hall, ignoring Garcia as he called out behind her.

Lucy just ran and ran. Not really knowing where she was going. When she reached the end of the hall, she opened the nearest door, slipped inside and slammed the door shut.

Breathing heavily she sunk down, burying her head between her knees.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been hiding, but she knew hiding away from the world wouldn’t solve anything. Running away from her problems had never been successful.

“Lucy?”

Lucy could feel the man next to her and saw him kneel down out of the corner of her eye. As much as she wanted to push him away, she knew it would only cause her more pain.

“Lucy, what did she say to you?”

Lucy just shook her head silently as she looked down picking at the pills on her shirt. With a sigh, Garcia settled down beside her.

After a few moments of silence, she looked up. Refusing to meet his eyes, she reached out and ran a finger next to the bandage across his neck where Emma had held the knife.

“She was going to kill you.” She whispered.

“What?”

Lucy rubbed a hand over her face, “That’s why she came. She knew I hadn’t read the journal. She was going to steal it and kill you. I would have lost you before- before we were even together. I would have lost Grace because she wouldn’t have been born. I- I could’ve lost everything.”

“But you didn’t.” He whispered.

“Because she changed her mind. Because for one second she decided not to be a raging sociopath. But that could change. She could kill you. Kill Grace. Kill our future. She has the journal, Garcia. What are we going to do?”

Garcia reached out, lifting up her chin so their eyes could finally meet, “We’re going to fight. And we’re going to stop her.”

Lucy’s eyes watered as Garcia brushed a hand across her cheek, “Garcia.”

The man reached out, pulling the woman close to him. She rested against him, feeling his heartbeat under her ear. Matching her breaths with his, she felt her body begin to calm and she let out a sigh.

“Everything’s fine. It’s going to be fine. I promise.”

He pressed a kiss against her head and she grabbed on tight to his shirt as if she was afraid he was going to vanish.

“I’ve got you.

Even though she was exhausted, Lucy wasn’t able to sleep. She was comfortable just staying up to watch over Grace.

The room Denise had given them was actually two adjoining rooms. One for Grace, which she had been thrilled about, and one Garcia and Lucy would share. Overall, it was much larger than the closet they had slept in before.

Lucy sat on the couch in the room across from Grace’s, the little girl’s breathing echoing across the silent room.

Soft music played throughout the room, from an old radio Garcia had found in the closet.

The soft melody having lulled their daughter into a quick sleep.

Lucy rubbed at her face, fighting off the urge to sleep.

“Lucy.”

Lucy looked up meeting Garcia’s eyes, his gaze gentle as he reached out toward her. Placing her hand in his, she let him pull her up.

She furrowed her brows as he pulled her close and began to sway them slightly back and forth.

After a few seconds, Lucy leaned into Garcia, her head tucking against his neck, his arm wrapping tighter around her back.

“We are not dancing, just swaying.” She mumbled.

“Is this not dancing? How about this?” Garcia pulled back and spun Lucy around once, a laugh sneaking out of her mouth, his lips quirking up at the happy expression on her face.

“That’s better.” She said pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.

His hand reached up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her lower lip. He leaned in slowly, stopping just a breath away from her lips, waiting for her. She lifted up onto her toes and pulled him down to her.

His lips touched hers gently. And without a moment’s hesitation, Lucy pressed back. Her lips were soft but unyielding against his. A soft sigh tore from her mouth as he deepened the kiss, his arms coming up to wrap tightly around her. One hand snaked around her back while the other rose to weave into her hair, pulling her even closer to him.

She knew they were moving too fast. But she couldn’t deny that feeling of his body solid and strong against her made her feel safe.

Her hands run through his hair, as his slipped under the back of her shirt, the hand burning like fire against her skin.

Lucy pulled away with a gasp, “Thank you.” She whispered, pressing one more quick kiss against his lips.

He smoothed his hand over her hair before leaned down pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead.

“Anything to make you smile” He whispered before pulling her close to him once more as they continued to dance, the music flowing around them.

Author’s notes: Sorry I had some issues with this chapter like it wouldn’t flow properly so I hope it worked out well. Lots of planning in this chapter for later chapters so it’ll all play out. Legit thanks for being the best fans ever like I love y’all <3

Next up: Rittenhouse jumps and Lucy has to figure out how to stop Emma meanwhile Garcia is stuck with Grace and things don’t go exactly as planned