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Scars of Time

Timeless (Teen and Up Audiences)

OC/Flynn, Wyatt Logan/Logan Preston, Rufus Carlin/Jiya

Summary: If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. No era is safe and there doesn't seem to be much of a future to look forward to unless the wrongs are righted.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15048743/chapters/34886531

I’m sharing my Zealprophet27′s Timeless fic as they don’t have a Tumblr account and they’re such an amazing writer!

Excerpt:

Agent Christopher stood at the bottom of the steps, waiting as the door to the Lifeboat opened and the four man crew began to emerge. Lucy was the first one out. Christopher met her tired brown eyes and asked, "What happened? Did you stop Rittenhouse?"

Lucy clutched her dirty skirts as she carefully descended the steps. Her shoes were caked in mud. "Short answer? Yes." She dropped her grimy hem back to the floor, straightening out her skirt as she stepped aside, granting Rufus access to the floor where he quickly ran off to get an office chair with wheels.

Christopher furrowed her brows as she watched Rufus moving with purpose. She questioned, "And the long answer?"

Lucy was about to speak when a voice groaned above them at the hatch to the Lifeboat. "It's complicated."

Christopher lifted her gaze to the Lifeboat. Wyatt stood up with Flynn's left arm tossed over his shoulders. Flynn's right hand was holding his side. There was a dark red stain seeping through his blue shirt under his navy jacket. "What the hell happened?"

Wyatt and Flynn carefully climbed down the stairs. Once they reached the bottom, Flynn sighed heavily, grimacing in pain as he slumped into the office chair that Rufus had wheeled over. Wyatt stated, "We ran into a couple of problems."

"Such as?" Christopher pushed, staring at Flynn to see if he was in serious need of medical care or if it was a graze.

"There were three sleepers there," Flynn groaned. "Turns out there's a reason they don't teach kids about Sarah Tarrant."

"Why is that?" she asked, looking between the four members of the team, clearly confused.

Rufus chimed in before anyone had a chance to properly respond, "She's a bitch."

Wyatt quickly interjected before Agent Christopher could retort, "She was very determined to start the Revolutionary War right then and there. Had we not managed to shut her up, it might just have started."

Rufus added, "The things she said, I thought she was the sleeper."

Christopher looked to Lucy for a simpler answer. Instead of delving into the history of the woman who almost jump started the Revolutionary War by running her hot tempered mouth, Lucy took this moment to state what was already on Christopher's mind. "We're going to need a doctor for Flynn. It's pretty bad."

Flynn shifted in his chair. "I told you, I'm fine."

"You're not fine," Lucy retorted. "You lost a lot a blood."

Flynn tried to wave it off, but everyone could see the color fading from his face before he passed out, crashing hard to the floor.

"I'll get someone here immediately," Christopher stated. "I know just who to ask."

Agent Christopher sat in her parked car just outside the hospital. She studied the folder in her lap. It was the file of Dr. Tenley Levinson. It was a full background check and history on the woman. Included with all of the doctor's information was a photo of the young woman. Denise studied the girl's features, just on the off-chance she'd run into her in the hallways.

The doctor's photo showed a woman in her thirties, dark eyes, light brown hair, and fair skinned. Reading over the notes made about the girl's height, she was tall, above average for a woman. As Denise looked at the photo, she could see a familiar sadness within the girl's brown eyes. There was no mention in the file as to why she would have that kind of sadness, but she knew better than to pry, should she find the doctor. She closed the file and dumped it into the center console as she climbed out and headed towards the entrance of the hospital.

The sliding glass doors to the hospital opened just as Denise Christopher stepped up to them. She knew where she would find her doctor of choice and headed towards the OR suites. One of the things that she loved about hospitals was how no one asked you if you needed help finding someone. She was able to navigate through without once having to stop to talk to someone.

As she neared the double doors to the Operating wing, a couple of security guards had raised their hands at her approach. The tall black man on her right asked, "Can I help you?"

Without batting an eye, she had removed her badge from within her inside coat pocket, showing them the credentials she had worked so hard to achieve. "I'm Agent Christopher with Homeland Security. I'm here to see Dr. Levinson."

The two security guards exchanged looks. "What's Levy done?"

"Doesn't concern you," Christopher stated. "Which way?"

They stepped aside and the tall man pointed down the hall. "OR 3."

She nodded her thanks and headed down the hall towards the correct suite. When she arrived to the double doors, she peered through the window. The doctors were operating on someone so she waited until they were finished with their surgery. She wasn't going to barge in, contaminate the surgery, risk the patient's life, and have a lawsuit on her hands. She needed to be patient, which was something she prided herself on being.

It wasn't a long wait - ten minutes - before the double doors opened and some of the nurses were wheeling the patient out of the operating suite and into Recovery.

Christopher watched as a group of doctors exited the suite and started to disperse. She approached them, recognizing the doctor she was after within the group. "Dr. Levinson?"

Three of the four doctors turned to face a young woman whose brown eyes were staring wide at Denise. "Yes?"

She raised her badge again, showing the spectacle that hadn't left who she was. "I'm Agent Christopher with Homeland Security. I have some questions to ask you."

"You a terrorist now, Levy?" one of the male doctors jested.

The other male doctor snorted. "That would explain so much!"

Dr. Levinson turned to the group of doctors who were still gawking at the scene before them. She nodded, turning her attention back to Christopher. "Of course." She motioned down the hall and started walking next to Denise as they left the others speechless in the hallway. "What can I do for you, Agent Christopher?"

When they were out of earshot of anyone else, Denise stopped them. "I need your help."

"My help?" the young woman asked, seemingly shocked. "With what?"

Denise stated, "I can't tell you the details unless you agree to come with me." She glanced up and down the hallway out of the corner of her dark eyes before speaking in a hushed tone. "You wouldn't be coming back here if you choose to come with me."

"Why me?" Levinson asked. She didn't care about not returning to this place of employment. No one took her seriously and she had been looking for other jobs secretly anyways.

"I needed the best," Christopher stated. "You graduated the top 3% of your class-"

Levinson laughed, shaking her head. She had connected the dots quicker than Denise thought she would. "You mean that you needed someone who was good at what they do, but also didn't have family or friends who'd suddenly question their sudden disappearance?"

Denise fought back a smile. She already liked this kid; she was quick to pick up the subtleties. She nodded. "It's a critical situation, one that needs the highest clearance. It's a chance to change the world - make a difference."

The young doctor didn't blink. "Where do I sign?"

Denise seemed taken aback at the quick willingness this kid had. There weren't any questions or fighting back on how she didn't want to disappear. "That's it?"

The girl licked her lips, tilting her head slightly to her left side. "I'm assuming that you came looking for me to pitch this crazy idea because someone in your unit needs medical attention, right?" When Denise nodded, the girl added, "Then we're wasting precious time. Let me grab my things and I'll come with you." As they started to head down the hall, the doctor added, "You can fill me in when we're out of here."

Agent Christopher waited patiently outside the hospital sliding doors for Dr. Levinson. As she waited, she thought over the woman's profile, trying to understand why she was so willing to uproot her life and disappear without so much as a fight.

What she could remember about the woman's profile was that she was the youngest child of three. Her parents weren't rich, nor were they living on welfare; they were living a pseudo-comfortable life. Her older brother was barely making ends meet, her older sister was married with five kids. Dr. Levinson had no romantic connections noted in her profile, and by how quickly she had agreed to sign up with Christopher, it told her that there wasn't anyone or it was a freshly terminated relationship.

Dr. Levinson had been accepted into Pre-Med before she had graduated from High School, and was in Med School within half the time it took other normal classmates to finish Pre-Med. She was gifted. Levinson missed being in the top 1% of her graduating class because she had taken a semester off - undocumented by the school - to help refugees in third world countries who were in dire need of medical care. That undocumented absence had cost her Honors.

When Christopher had laid eyes on the girl, she realized that she was about the same age, maybe a year or two younger than Lucy. Levinson had seemed tough to Denise - or at the very least, thick skinned. When she was being teased earlier in the hallway, she managed to ignore the comments and roll with the punches. She recognized that behavior in people who had been through the ringer. Whatever this kid's story was, she knew that Levinson would be tough enough to handle whatever came at them. She was feeling more and more confident that she had picked the right one.

As Denise waited, a couple of doctors exited the doors behind her and started to light up their cigarettes, which is was something that Christopher hated. Why work in health care when you were practicing terrible health habits yourself? One of the doctors asked his friend, "Did you hear about Levinson?"

"No," the other said as he took a drag from his cigarette. "What'd she do this time?"

The first doctor shook his head. "I don't know, but Homeland Security came in and asked her a bunch of questions."

"Doesn't mean anything," the second one pointed out.

"Maybe not, but Jameson said that Levinson seemed nervous," the first commented.

"Nervous about what?" the second questioned. "You think she's done something?"

"It's Levy," the first retorted. "Who knows when she's involved."

The second laughed. "You're just mad at her because she's rejected you three times, Roger."

"You make me sound like a bitter housewife," Roger said, blowing smoke from his lips.

"Well," the second doctor started. "You kind of are."

"Screw you," Roger said, taking another drag. "She just doesn't know what she's missing out on."

Just as Christopher was about to say something, Levinson walked outside. She inhaled before saying, "I'm ready to go."

"What'd you do, Levy?" the second one asked. "Everyone thinks you're being arrested."

Levinson turned to face the two doctors. "What makes you think I've done something?"

Roger approached them. Christopher watched him carefully, waiting to see if she would need to force him to stand down. He stood inches from Levinson. "Levy," he taunted. "You're not important. So that means that you've done something wrong and they need to question you behind lock and key."

Levinson had given a half smile, almost as if she was believing the things that were being said about her. "And you wonder why I've rejected you time and again..."

"What's that got to do with anything?" he spat at her.

She shrugged. "Just about as much as what Homeland Security needs me for. It doesn't mean a damn thing."

Levinson turned and started to walk away. Denise looked at both of the doctors and ordered, "Put those things out. You're doctors for crying out loud." She followed Levinson into the parking lot towards her car, leaving two confused and slightly annoyed doctors behind her.

The drive back to the bunker was filled with questions, much like Denise thought it would be.

"Rittenhouse?" the doctor asked. "Like the park in Pennsylvania?"

"Something like that," Denise mumbled. She had already gone through everything they had endured before Garcia Flynn stole the Mothership, how they were able to capture him, but he's now a part - a vital part - of their team. She explained Rittenhouse and all they were doing, how history had been changed numerous times already. She had expected the doctor to be hung up on the fact that there was a time machine - a real one, not something out of science fiction - but rather, she found the good doctor stuck on Rittenhouse's name.

Denise even explained every member of the team. She started with Connor Mason, the man behind the blasted machines that started this whole ordeal. Then she moved onto the next logical people to describe, Rufus and Jiya as they were the engineers who knew the mechanics of the Lifeboat, Mothership, and the software involved. After that, she explained Wyatt's purpose and finally, she talked about Lucy Preston.

The doctor stared blankly at the dashboard of the car. Denise glanced over at her as they drove to the bunker. She asked, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," the doctor stated, blinking back to the present. "It's uh... It's just a lot to take in, that's all."

"Do you regret coming?" Christopher asked.

"Do you regret asking me?" Levinson turned the question back around.

Denise held the girl's gaze. "Not yet."

The doctor nodded slowly as they pulled into the security of the bunker.

They climbed out of the car, making their way deeper into the bunker. The doctor slung her bag over her shoulder as they entered.

The doctor seemed almost uncomfortable as she took in the dark and dingy state of the bunker. There was even a faint odor of wetness that she couldn't place, but said nothing. She followed Denise further into the bunker. It was quiet.

"Where is everyone?" the doctor asked. Denise shook her head. It was a question even she was asking herself.

As they rounded the corner, they bumped into Rufus and Jiya. All eyes fell on the doctor who stood behind Christopher awkwardly. "Where is everyone?"

Rufus couldn't pull his eyes off Levinson. "They're uh- Sorry, who's this?"

Denise sighed. "Dr. Levinson, this is Rufus and Jiya." She turned back to Rufus. "Where is everyone?"

Rufus motioned back down the hall where they came from. "They're in there, trying to keep Flynn from moving around too much."

Denise gave Levinson a short nod as they headed down the hall towards Flynn and the others. When they entered, Flynn was trying to sit up in bed, while Lucy and Wyatt were determined to keep him from standing up.

"I swear to God, if you don't stop trying to sit up, I will shoot you!" Wyatt shouted at an annoyed Flynn. Levinson noticed the handgun in Wyatt's hand, aiming it towards Flynn. Lucy raised her hand up at Wyatt, giving him a silent warning to stop antagonizing Flynn.

Christopher chimed in, "And then I'll have you arrested for conspiracy." Her voice had quickly gained the attention of the three members in the room. They turned their attention towards her; Wyatt quickly lowered his gun. She motioned to the doctor standing next to her. "This is Dr. Levinson. She's here to take care of Flynn's wound."

Levinson approached Flynn and saw the amount of blood seeping through the gauze that had to have been days old. She observed how pale he was, which told her just how much blood he had lost. Quickly, she took her bag off her shoulders and got to work, pulling items that she stole from the hospital on her way out from her bag, and setting them on the edge of the bed. She pulled on a pair of gloves before reaching for his wound.

She concentrated on working the blood soaked gauze off his side. She was careful not to yank too hard as she feared the pain she would inflict and the skin she might accidently rip off along with the gauze.

Flynn watched the doctor silently as she worked. Her dark eyes narrowed in concentration, lips pursing occasionally as she worked deep in thought. He saw the faint outline of a surgical hat that she had worn when in surgery following along her dirty blond hairline. Her ponytail, which must have been neatly bound this morning, was starting to loosen, allowing some strands to fall around her face.

Feeling like she was being stared at intently, Levinson raised her brown eyes from Flynn's wounded side to his face, meeting his intense gaze. He seemed intrigued and amused at the same time. Feeling slightly flustered under his gaze, Levinson turned her attention back to his wound. She was so focused on her task at hand that she didn't realize that no one else was left in the room other than her and her patient.

When the blood soaked gauze finally came off, she set to the task of cleaning the wound, feeling around for the bullet, which had already been removed by Jiya upon waiting for Levinson to arrive, and sewing him up properly. When she was finished, she removed her gloves, grabbed a pill bottle. She opened it and withdrew a couple of tablets. "Take these."

"What is it?" he asked, as he took them from her, examining them before taking the water she extended to him.

"Antibiotics," she explained. "To help with infection." Once he swallowed them, she stated, "You need some rest. A couple of days before you can start your normal activities."

He smirked. "It's just a graze, Doc." It was as if he was trying to convince everyone that he wasn't in as bad of shape as everyone was making it out to be. She saw through it.

She pursed her lips. "Yeah...okay." She started to gather up her supplies and set herself to the task of cleaning up the mess around her.

Flynn blurted out, "What are you doing here?" The tone of voice he was using was clearly one of interest, curiosity, amusement, and a dash of confusion.

"Excuse me?" she asked, not looking up at him as she continued cleaning.

He propped himself up on his pillow. "What'd Agent Christopher have on you that forced you to be here?"

"Nothing," Levinson replied, matter of fact.

"Nothing?" Flynn asked, almost in shock. "She has nothing against you?"

"No," she replied. "I came willingly."

Flynn watched her movements carefully as he asked, "Who hurt you?"

The girl turned towards him, confusion written on her face. "What?"

He was hoping that the question would have given something away but he was disappointed by the lack of body language she had produced by his prodding questions. "Who hurt you so badly that disappearing seemed like the right plan?"

"No one," the doctor replied quickly, turning back to her task. She finished and said, "I'll let you rest now and I'll come back later to see how you're faring."

Flynn watched with intrigue as she left the room, closing the door behind her as she left.

Levinson walked up to Denise and the others who were waiting in the common living area. All eyes were on her. Christopher asked, "How is he?"

Levinson scanned the room, locking eyes with each member of the team before saying, "He'll live. He needs to rest a couple of days, but then, he'll be good to go." The team looked relieved, even Wyatt, who seemed to hate the man seemed to let a relieved sigh out.

Denise nodded. "I'm glad you're here, Doc."

"Tenley," she stated. "Call me, Tenley." Awkwardly, she shifted in her place and mumbled, "Or Levy."

Denise smiled. "Tenley. Welcome to the team." With that, Agent Christopher took her leave from the group, leaving Tenley standing there with a group of people she had only heard about but didn't know. An awkward silence fell on the room.

Jiya cleared her throat. "Well, uh..." she glanced at her fellow mates before saying, "Welcome...it's not much, but it's sort of home."

Tenley smirked. "I've lived in worse. This is fine."

"So, there's a few things you might want to know," Jiya said as she stood up, approaching the doctor. "First, why don't I show you to your room? I can fill you in on some of the nuisances around here."

"Sounds good," Levinson stated. "Thanks."

The two walked away, Jiya leading the way. As they walked, Jiya pointed out rooms, who slept where, and then said, "This is the bathroom. There's no lock on the door, so you'll have to put the chair up against the door... that's what we've all agreed to on how to have some privacy, especially showering."

Tenley nodded. "Okay, easy enough, I suppose."

Jiya walked them into a semi-large room. Tenley scanned about the room as Jiya stated, "This will be your room."

"It's huge," the doctor stated. "All the other rooms you pointed out were smaller-"

Jiya admitted, "Well, unfortunately, you'll be sleeping in what you'll most likely have make into the infirmary."

Levinson glanced about the room. It wouldn't be a sterile environment, especially with the fact that she'd have to live in it as well, but she's been to third world countries; she knew that this was a much cleaner place than most she'd seen. She'd make it work. She turned to Jiya. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

The two smiled warmly at each other. Just as Jiya was about to leave, she stopped at the door and said, "I know it's not a perfect place to be, and it's going to get somewhat lonely here at times, but... everyone here are good people. You won't be short of friends."

Tenley smiled. "Thanks, Jiya." Jiya smiled again and left the doctor alone in the room to get settled and set up.

It took Tenley a few hours to rearrange the room into a proper infirmary that flowed easily based on what she could envision she would be needing to do. There was a specific setup in the corner of the room, furthest from the door, that she had set up with privacy blinds, in case she needed a place to do surgery. It was the closest thing that would work for a sterile environment she could come up with. She had a bed opposite the privacy blinds, closer to the door, for when someone just came in for a patch job. Above the sink, which was just next to the patch up bed, was where she had all of the medical supplies she brought with her, including what they already had on hand.

Levinson was genuinely surprised when she discovered a portable x-ray machine, blood pressure cuffs, syringes and IV bags with tubing, as well as a few other portable pieces of equipment that she wasn't expecting to see in a bunker. With every item inventoried, the doctor felt like she could make this work incredibly well. She felt surprisingly confident.

Once the infirmary was set up, she focused on the opposite end of the room, which would be used as her personal living space. She had not much room to utilize for herself, but she didn't need much. She pushed the dingy couch up against the wall and shoved what little she had personally for herself into the small nightstand that she pushed up next to the couch. The finishing touch was placing a small lamp with no shade on the table. The bulb, when turned on, was dim, but it produce a large amount of light once it had been on for a while. It would do.

Just as Tenley finished setting up her living/working room, a knock landed on the door. "Come in," she called out.

The door opened and Agent Christopher walked in. She halted in her tracks for a moment, taking in all the work that Tenley had done. "I have to say that I'm impressed." She turned her attention from the room to Tenley. "You did this all?"

Tenley nodded. "Yeah... I tried to set it up as much as I could to a real hospital but-"

"I think it looks great," Denise stated, clearly impressed.

Tenley watched her, waiting for her to state the reason for her visit. "What's up?"

The woman blinked back to the present. "Have you checked up on your patient?"

"I was just about to go there next," Tenley started. "Why?"

"He's been complaining about being laid up in bed," she stated. "Swears that he's able to get up."

Tenley smirked. "Men." Feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, afraid that she might not have been wise to say that out loud, she quickly looked at Agent Christopher, adding, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Doesn't make it any less true," Denise said with a chuckle. "However, best that you don't say that too loudly next time." Denise watched the girl nod. She added, "If you need to bring him here and restrain him, I'll be happy to oblige."

Levinson cracked a smile, relaxing from her earlier outburst. "I'll take a look at him. He might just be ready to move around now." Levinson took her leave from the room, leaving Denise behind, who was still marveling at the kid's achievement.

A knock landed on Flynn's door. He grimaced as he sat up on the edge of his bed, "Come in." The door opened slowly and the young doctor poked her head in before fully opening the door to enter. "Ah, Doc. What brings you here?"

She had a disappointed look on her face when she saw him sitting up on the edge of the bed. To his surprise, she didn't say anything about it. Instead, she asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Like a million bucks," he groaned through gritted teeth.

She blinked at his comment. "What? Dirty money, million?" He chuckled, shifting in his place. She bent down and looked at the bandage on his side, feeling his eyes on her the entire time. She reached out and gingerly touched the skin around the bandage. "How's it feeling?"

"It hurts," he admitted. "I just need something for the pain."

She glanced up at him. "You need to rest, but if you think meds are what you need, fine. I'll be right back."

As she started to leave the room, he asked in shock, "That's it?" She froze and turned to look at him as he continued his questioning, "No reprimand for sitting up early? No ordering me to rest?"

Levinson released a defeated sigh. "You don't strike me as the kind of patient who would listen to me even if I were to strap you down to the bed. Instead, I think you're the kind of patient who thinks they know best, and there's no reasoning with you." She shrugged and added, "I've learned that with patients like you, the best way to handle it is to let them take control of their health, watch them suffer and struggle until they complain about how they're not getting better and ask for help. Until you come to me to get better, I'm not going to bother telling you what to do."

Flynn stood up and padded across the room towards her. He stopped a few inches shy from her. She could feel the heat that he emanated suddenly embrace her. She stared back into his gaze as he looked down at her. He studied her face for a moment before calling her bluff. "You don't do that."

She swallowed nervously. "You're right. I don't. But imagine what a difference it would make if doctors did that." Flynn smirked. She took a step backwards towards the door. "Let's get you some pain meds, then."

They walked in silence down the hall towards the infirmary. When they entered, Flynn stopped only a couple of steps into the room. He had a similar reaction to the room as Agent Christopher had. He seemed shocked to see it organized in a short amount of time. The doctor didn't waste any time settling in, he thought. He said, "You've been busy."

She didn't say anything, just nodded as she turned to the cabinets to the right of them. She opened a door and pulled out a pill bottle.

As she worked to get Flynn his pain meds, he had stepped closer to her, standing behind her, waiting silently a couple of feet away. She turned around with the pills in a small plastic cup and smacked into him.

Flynn saw the startled look on her face as she ran into him, causing her to drop the tiny cup with pills inside. He heard the cup and tablets plink off the floor. She stared at him for a moment, blinking away her embarrassment. "Sorry," she whispered. "Didn't realize you were right there." She quickly bent down to the floor to search for the pills. Flynn lowered himself to his knee to help her look when she shook her head. "No, don't," she started. "You're hurt, I'll get them."

He studied her again, ignoring her request for him to stand up. Instead, he picked up the small plastic cup and one of the tablets that were by his feet. "I've got one here." He held it between his pointer finger and thumb, showing her the tablet.

"I've got the other," she said, standing up again. When they were both on their feet, she handed him the other tablet in his open palm and said, "Thanks for helping."

"Sorry for scaring you," he joked. He popped the pills in his mouth. Before she could ask him if he wanted any water, he had swallowed them both with ease. He held out the tiny cup for her.

She gave him a half smile as she took the cup from his fingers, brushing her fingertips against his. She didn't blink at the connection, but Flynn lingered for a moment before turning and taking his leave from the infirmary.

When he was gone from the room, Tenley watched as the door closed behind him before setting to the task of cleaning the cup and sterilizing it as best as she could with the tools she had for the next person.

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misscrazyfangirl321 · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rufus Carlin & Garcia Flynn & Jiya, Rufus Carlin/Jiya Marri, Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston, Jessica Logan/Wyatt Logan Characters: Garcia Flynn, Jiya Marri, Rufus Carlin, Lucy Preston, Wyatt Logan, Jessica Logan, Denise Christopher, Connor Mason Additional Tags: Christmas Isn't Canon, Post-Rittenhouse, Friendship, Found Family, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Depression, References to canon character deaths, Grieving, all ships are background - Freeform, alcohol mention Summary:

It’s all so wonderfully domestic, he can hardly breathe. He doesn’t belong here, among these happy, peaceful people. They’re healing, not letting the darkness of their past carry into the present, and he can only bring them down. Throat tight, he stands, about to make his excuses, when Rufus speaks.

“Hey, Flynn, Jiya and I wanted to ask you something.”

Curious, he pauses. What could they possibly want to ask him? “Yes?”

A moment passes, as Jiya and Rufus exchange nervous glances, before Rufus clears his throat. “We were wondering if… If you wanted to move in with us?”

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doomonfilm · 4 years

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Review : Bill & Ted Face the Music (2020)

As a child of the 1980′s, there are certain cultural things that I am almost obligated to be a fan of, and somewhere high on that list are the Bill & Ted movies. As a fan of the first one, I was over the moon when a sequel was released two years later, but if someone would have told me then that, nearly three decades later, the pair of films would become a trilogy, I would have laughed long and hard. This sentiment only grew stronger with each passing year that Keanu Reeves became an icon, while Alex Winter (unfortunately) was veering towards the realms of an afterthought. Then, in 2019, the announcement of Bill & Ted Face the Music went from rumor to greenlit project, and even with the world shutting down, the film still found its way into the hands of moviegoers, answering many of our ‘what if?’ questions about the franchise.

In the year 2020, Bill S. Preston Esquire (Alex Winter) and Theodore ‘Ted’ Logan (Keanu Reeves) are still struggling with the their prophesized task of uniting the world through a Wyld Stallyns song. Unbeknownst to the duo, their inability to fulfill the prophecy is causing damage in the space time continuum, specifically in the form of a collapse that is displacing people and objects randomly throughout time and space. At the behest of The Great Leader (Holland Taylor), Kelly (Kristen Schaal), the daughter of Rufus (the late George Carlin), travels back in time to bring Bill & Ted to The Great Leader, who informs them that they have until 7:17 PM that day to write the song before the space time continuum fully collapses. Unsure of themselves, and scared at the possibilities of losing the Princesses (Erinn Hayes and Jayma Mays), the duo begins travelling throughout their lives in hopes of finding a version of themselves to give them the universe-saving song. Meanwhile, Bill & Ted’s daughters, Thea (Samara Weaving) and Billie (Brigette Lundy-Paine), secure Kelly’s time traveling device in hopes of securing the most righteous band they can, but as the legend-filled roster prepares to assist Bill & Ted, all parties find themselves not only rushing to beat the clock, but to avoid Dennis Caleb McCoy (Anthony Carrigan), an android sent by The Great Leader to kill Bill & Ted prior to their failure, should they fail.

For a film that could have easily sat back and played the nostalgia hand, Bill & Ted Face the Music is a surprisingly insightful look into the process of self-fulfillment, unconditional love and finding ways to support your family while achieving your hopes and dreams. Seeing the Bill & Ted characters in a grown-up capacity, while strange at first, ultimately opens the door for viewer self-reflection as well, especially for those that grew up fans of the original two movies. While there are echoes of the previous two movies (journeys through time to collect important figures, a pit-stop in hell), these moments are auxiliary to the main focus, which finds Bill & Ted literally attempting to take command of their loves and lives by a symbolic (and literal) examination of all aspects of both. While the duo are quite literally ‘facing the music’ of fulfilling a universal destiny, they also find themselves equally ‘facing the music’ of how even the most sincere, openly loving people can still leave those close to them unfulfilled and wanting more, which further illustrates the fact that we’re never too old to rediscover ourselves.

The casting callbacks throughout the film are wonderful, with Missy, Mr. Logan, Deacon, the Grim Reaper, The Great One and even Rufus all making appearances throughout the run of the film without succumbing to the trope of fan service. We are also treated to the original phone booth as well, while simultaneously seeing the improved technology that occupants of the future now use in place of the phone booth, similar to how many of us have evolved from using phone booths and house phones in our modern world. Putting the educational journey into the hands of Thea and Billie also works beautifully, as this duo takes a journey down the halls of musical prowess rather than historical figures. Even the joke of Bill & Ted’s musical ability has evolved, with the duo now brave enough to pick up a litany of standard and obscure instruments, covering a wider base of genres than the pure rock we knew them for, and somehow still finding themselves unable to fulfill their assigned destiny.

Production-wise, all of the expected beats are hit, and narratively, the chaos of time travel takes a much bigger placement in the driver’s seat than in previous films. The real joy comes from seeing Bill & Ted interact with the many different versions of themselves that they encounter, be it run-down alcoholic versions, super-buff prison inmate versions, or even deathbed Bill & Ted, all of whom are given distinct personalities while still fitting into the classic Bill & Ted mold. Being able to pull so many previous members of the cast back into the story definitely helps as well, as their years of working with one another not only jumps off the screen, but gives the new characters a safe foundation to work with as they integrate themselves into the story.

Despite their previously mentioned day and night career trajectories, seeing Alex Winter and Keanu Reeves working together again is a joy to behold, as their undeniable chemistry is stronger than ever, and any sense of an ego is not visible to the viewer. For as talented and accomplished as Samara Weaving and Brigette Lundy-Paine are, it’s fun to see them fall into a sort of female Beavis and Butthead situation, where they can let their guard down and just go along for the incredibly silly ride. Kristen Schaal is hilarious as always, finding ways to milk her comedic moments without upstaging the stars or hamming things up. William Sadler also falls right back into his old ways as the Grim Reaper, including my favorite sequence of all where he shows how upset he is for being sued after trying to take the Wyld Stallyns name away from Bill & Ted. Erinn Hayes and Jayma Mays step out a bit more as the Princesses, even getting a chance to play older versions of themselves at times (albeit it dialogue-free). Amy Stoch, Hal London Jr. and Beck Bennett also sit right back into their respective characters, while Holland Taylor steps in wonderfully to replace the large void left in George Carlin’s absence. DazMann Still, Jeremiah Craft, Daniel Dorr and Sharon Gee all meet the task of playing their respective legendary musician roles, while Kid Cudi finds the humor in the task of cameoing as himself. Appearances by Jillian Bell, Dave Grohl, Anthony Carrigan, Patty Anne Miller and Win Butler round things out, with a few fun faces popping up in the credits as well.

If you’ve ever had an inkling of enjoyment for any of the movies in the Bill & Ted franchise, then Bill & Ted Face the Music was made for you. It may not win any awards this trophy season, and it certainly won’t reinvent the way that we look at movies, but it will entertain you, and it may even remind you of a simpler, more innocent time that we enjoyed as film fans.

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pollyna · 3 years

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Lucy Preston/Wyatt Logan, Lucy Preston/Garcia Flynn: break up, healing takes time, bunch of aus that are my own canon, pre-Lucy/Flynn, hopeful ending.

He says I love you and Lucy says love is not enough. It seems like a scene from a bad rom-com where they are both supposed to be crying, but no one of them is near the right emotional state to do it.

#timeless #lucy preston #garcia flynn #wyatt logan #jiya marri #rufus carlin (mentioned)#denise christopher (mentioned)#apparently now it's a serious thing lol #garcia x lucy #pre-garcy #past!lucy x wyatt #past lyatt

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potterandpromises · 5 years

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Day 28: Clean

Still half-asleep, Rufus wanders into the kitchen and says good morning to Lucy, who’s already siting at one of the tables. He passively opens the fridge, shuts it, and gets himself a bowl of cereal. Only when he sits down across from Lucy does he notice she’s wearing a puffy skirt from sometime in the 1800s, combined with a turtleneck.

"Hey, what's with the, uh...?" He gestures to her outfit.

She shrugs, "It's laundry day, this is all that was clean."

#timeless #journalhoodie #timeless ff #rufus carlin #lucy preston #fanfiction #my fanfic tag #Fic series: Self Care 31 Days #tw food mention

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katechaucer · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston, Garcia Flynn & Jiya Characters: Garcia Flynn, Jiya (Timeless), Lucy Preston, Wyatt Logan, Rufus Carlin (mentioned) Additional Tags: Fluff, History, Battle Of Waterloo, Irish dancing, First Kiss Summary:

Jiya and Flynn clean up after a bunker holiday party and we get to see the MurderVision friendship that has developed between the two. And when the team follows Rittenhouse to 1800 Dublin, Flynn finally gets his chance to dance with Lucy.

#garcy #timeless #murdervision #garcia flynn #lucy preston #jiya marri #there will be dancing

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geneeste · 8 years

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Timeless fic: the devil’s right there in the details (1/1)

Wyatt/Lucy, Rufus & Lucy, Time Team. 4479 words. Rated Teen, just to be safe.

First and foremost, a HUGE thank you to @bethanyactually, who saved this fic. Also, I don't think this will happen, but it was fun to play with. Title from Fink's "Looking Too Closely."

She shouldn’t be, but she’s genuinely surprised when Noah is brought in for questioning.

She’s finished her own session, after what felt like days of debrief (but was actually only one very late night and very early morning) in which Agent Christopher gently but relentlessly mined every moment she could of Lucy’s life with her mother, and it feels like she’s finally come up for air. Agent Christopher had ended their meeting, told her to stay close, and then disappeared again behind the closed door of the office about half an hour ago.

Which just left her and Wyatt and Rufus hanging out in the hallway, not speaking while they wait for what’s next. They’d apparently waited for her all night, and she’s so grateful for them, even though she can barely make eye contact with either man.

At least the hard part is over, right? They know, and Mason and the national security agencies know, and she hasn’t been kicked off the project for being an unwitting sleeper agent for Rittenhouse.

That’s what her mother wanted, isn’t it? For Lucy to play both sides, even if she hadn’t known it at the time? Because it’s the only thing that makes any sense. Surely her mother knows that secretly being used was—and is—the only way Lucy could ever contribute to Rittenhouse. Carol can’t possibly believe that after months of fighting both Flynn and Rittenhouse, Lucy would just suddenly give up all the things she stands for and switch sides.

Her mom can’t really believe Lucy is capable of that, because if she does, Lucy doesn’t know what that says about her. She thought she was the kind of person who helps people and preserves history, but then she’s apparently also the kind of person who helps Flynn with his mission of destruction in the future. How could she also be someone who would help Rittenhouse control everything and everyone? That can’t be her, can it? What does it say about her that she doesn’t know?

Lucy hadn’t thought Carol was capable of the things she's done, of being enmeshed so completely in Rittenhouse, but she is. And if she is, and her biological father is, and Lucy is Rittenhouse royalty, does that mean she’s predestined? Is it literally in her blood? Who is she supposed to be now?

These feelings, these doubts, they’re not something she can talk about yet. She’d only shared the bare bones of events with Wyatt and Rufus, who have taken it incredibly well, all things considered. But they’d been quiet, and maybe even pitying. Lucy can barely face her own reflection, let alone the questioning faces of maybe the only real family she has left.

She can feel Wyatt’s eyes on her, and she wonders how much of what she’s thinking is showing on her face. But she can’t bring herself to look up yet, at least not until she hears doors slam open in the distance and boots on the cement floor, because even in the midst of all the chaos since the Mothership was stolen and she came back with news of her mother’s duplicity, most of the activity has been on the floor protecting the Lifeboat, and not coming from outside.

So she’s not sure who she’s expecting to see come around the corner of the hallway, but it sure as hell isn’t Noah, surrounded by agents in suits and two men in tactical gear.

It’s a shock to see him here in this otherwise very secret place, but it’s not just his presence that sends a jolt of unease through her--it’s that he seems so unsurprised. He’s not looking around Mason Industries headquarters like he’s never seen it before; he doesn’t look indignant at being arrested by government agents. He looks bored, and smug, and totally unsurprised.

“Oh man,” Rufus mutters from behind her. “That can’t be good.”

Just before he’s escorted into the room Christopher is holed up in, Noah locks eyes with her. There’s nothing there--none of the intimacy that had made her so uncomfortable, none of the warmth that filled his eyes around her, absolutely no emotion at all. They’re empty, and Lucy is suddenly terrified.

Because this isn’t just Agent Christopher covering all her bases. There’s a reason they brought Noah in, and a reason they’re doing it now. It’s clear he’s a part of this somehow.

And considering how well her mother seemed to know him, how much she approved of him as a partner for Lucy, it’s not hard to figure out how.

“Oh my god,” Lucy breathes, and she can feel the beginnings of a truly powerful anxiety attack gathering around her lungs.

Then suddenly Wyatt is beside her, a warm hand sliding over her elbow and up her arm. “Take it easy. We don’t know why he’s here yet.”

“Yes we do,” she replied, swallowing and reaching for control. “Yes we do.”

A few minutes later, Agent Christopher comes out of the office, quietly shutting the door so that they can’t see into it. “Lucy, I’d like to talk to you for a moment.”

“She stays here,” Wyatt speaks up, confident and completely overbearing, and Lucy could honestly kiss him for it. “We need an update anyway.”

Christopher glances at Wyatt briefly and away, as if dismissing him wouldn’t be worth the effort. “While you and I were in our meeting last night, Mason was sifting through the Rittenhouse data, looking for more members with enough evidence against them to be indicted. Now, so far there’s no mention of Noah Russo--”

Lucy latches on to that, hoping desperately that even an unwanted relationship wasn’t a lie. “So he’s not a part of Rittenhouse?”

Christopher holds up a hand. “Noah Russo isn’t, but…Lucy, I asked Connor to use his program to look into Noah on the off chance he was connected to your mother through more than your broken engagement. It turns out that the name is an alias. As far as we can tell, Noah Russo didn’t exist before about five years ago.”

Lucy closes her eyes briefly. “That’s three years before we started dating. Well, him and me--the other me. This timeline’s Lucy.”

Christopher nods. “That’s what he told you, and that’s what you told us, but we’d never met him before, and we can’t find anyone outside your family’s circle who can corroborate that.”

Lucy shakes her head. “No, that’s insane. It doesn’t make sense that he isn’t--he’s a doctor, he works at St. Mary’s. He treated Rufus’ gunshot wound. He had to go to medical school, he’d have a license on file with the state--”

“All of those documents can be fabricated,” Wyatt interrupts grimly. “Or obtained legally, particularly if his identity is solid.”

“It is,” Christopher confirms. “Lucy, it’s very well done. These kinds of covers are hard to come by and are very expensive. It’s hard to believe he’d have the kind of connections and resources on his own to acquire something like this. It would be an incredible coincidence if he wasn’t bankrolled by Rittenhouse, and I don’t believe in coincidences.”

She’s right, Lucy knows she’s right. A curious kind of numbness replaces the panic, and she welcomes it. “Why are you telling me this? Why not just go in there and get him to confirm it?”

“Because he won’t talk to us,” Christopher says bluntly. Lucy has always admired Christopher’s refusal to shy away from difficult matters, and she particularly admires it now. “He’s maintained since we picked him up that he won’t cooperate unless he speaks to you first.”

“No way,” Wyatt answers, posture rigid as he turns to her. “It’s just a play to get in your head and mess with you. There’s no point.”

Rufus squeezes in between her and the wall, so that she’s flanked on both sides by men she trusts, and it does help a little.

“I hate to say it, because the guy did kind of save my life, but Wyatt’s right.” Unlike Wyatt, Rufus seems pretty relaxed, but his eyes are hard. “I say we just throw his ass in jail. No reason to treat him differently than any of the others.”

“I’d say that we need to know if he is different from any of the others,” Christopher replies. “But I won’t make you do this, Lucy. It’s up to you.”

It’s a few long moments of Lucy wondering how many blows, how many betrayals she can take. Long moments of asking herself if knowing is worth the aftermath.

The thing is, she’s made a career of seeking the truth, facing head-on the realities of events and movements and people. She’s always believed that knowing the stark, painful truth of things made her a better human being, and that hasn’t changed.

She’s a historian. That’s who she is.

“I can stop any time?” she asks Christopher.

She nods. “Any time. We’ll have two agents in there with you, and I’ll be in the next room watching you the whole time.”

“So will we,” Wyatt says, giving Rufus a significant look.

Rufus nods enthusiastically. “Absolutely, right next door.”

“Okay,” she says, taking a deep breath. “Let’s do this.”

When Christopher opens the door for her, she steps in, bracing herself for an angry or defiant Noah waiting to (literally or figuratively) jump on her. But he’s sitting calmly, coolly even, and it puts Lucy off balance for moment.

They’d cleared out most of the other furniture, so that only a plain metal desk and two chairs on either side remain, along with a camera set up to capture and relay their conversation. To her right there’s a door that connects the two offices, and knowing that her team is right on the other side silently supporting her gives her enough confidence to sit down.

Some of her earlier anxiety returns as they sit in silence, and it occurs to Lucy that she hasn’t gotten any better at these kinds of conversations since she’d tried to reform Lindbergh.

Knowing that she’s the weak one here, she decides to just get on with it. She doesn’t want to be in this room any longer than she absolutely has to be. “You wanted to talk to me?”

Noah nods, just slightly. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. We didn’t exactly leave things in a good place the last time we saw each other.”

His delivery is so earnest, so on point, that if she couldn’t see his eyes, she’d really think he cared about her. But his eyes--they’re just blank. It’s a ploy of some kind, and she can’t figure it out, and it makes her angry.

“Okay,” she says, scoffing and sitting up straighter. “Can we just agree to drop this whole doting-fiancé act? I know Noah Russo isn’t your real name. Whatever I am to you, it’s not a trusted confidante, and it’s definitely not a loving partner. You don’t care about me. So let’s just get to whatever it is you wanted to talk to me about so that I can go to bed.”

He smiles at her suggestively, and finally, some honest but indecipherable expression flits across his face. “There’s the Lucy I remember.”

She stands up, and she looks to one of the agents standing over Noah’s shoulder. She won’t stay here and be so blatantly manipulated. “We’re done.”

“Lucy, come on,” Noah says when her back is to him and her hand is on the doorknob. “After everything, you don’t believe that I loved you? What about your mother? She loves you. She’s worried about you. She’s worried about your future.”

She turns where she stands, hand still on the door--there’s no way she’s sitting back down in that chair. She doesn’t want to give him that power.

“So that’s it?” she asks, chilled by his words and knowing that he’s hooked her despite herself. “My mother needed an in? Did she think I would tell you about my work, since I wouldn’t tell her?”

Just silence, so she continues, trying to find a question he’ll answer. “You know, I wondered. Ever since the day you just appeared in my life, through my picky mom, no less. It was just so convenient. And I thought--that’s crazy, I’m crazy,” she says, shaking her head, and laying her hand against her chest.

“You’re just this poor guy with terrible-enough luck to get a time-traveling girlfriend who doesn’t remember him,” and she should maybe regret admitting that part, she doesn’t know how much he’s supposed to know, but he doesn’t react. “Now, though? Now I’m pretty sure I wasn’t crazy.

“Were we really engaged?” She lets go of the doorknob and takes just one step closer, desperate to know the truth. To know the extent of her mom’s deception. “Did we even know each other before four months ago?”

Noah doesn’t say a word, just tilts his head at her and smiles that odd, creepy smile.

Lucy’s stomach rolls, and she has to swallow to force down bile, because he may not have said anything but she knows--she knows--that she’s right.

“Wow, you’re good,” she laughs, and it’s shaky and awful. “I believed it. I believed all of it, I mean you had everything--pictures of us, my things, my clothes. I mean, really, well done.”

“You’d be surprised what Rittenhouse can do, Lucy.”

“I’ve heard that,” she replies bitterly. “Whose idea was it, Noah? Rittenhouse’s or my mother’s?”

Noah leans forward over the desk, and that expression appears in his eyes again, and this time she can name it as a sort of manic belief. This man has definitely drunk the Kool-Aid. “See, your problem is that you still think there’s a difference. Your mother is Rittenhouse. Your father is Rittenhouse. You’re Rittenhouse. It’s in your blood.”

“No,” she manages. His words are so eerily reflective of her earlier thoughts, and she has got to get out of this room. There’s nothing left for her to learn here. “I’m not anything I don’t want to be, and I’ll never be Rittenhouse.”

She turns on her heel, and this time she leaves the room immediately, without hesitation. She knows he’s calling out something behind her, but she’s not paying attention, just wanting to close the door on him in all the ways she can.

Seeing her team come out of their office, she braces a hand on the wall as they come toward her, trying to keep herself and her world steady for just a minute longer. They all look so worried and solemn, Lucy has to fight the ridiculous, somewhat hysterical urge to laugh.

“You did well, Lucy,” Christopher says. “I know it doesn’t feel like it, but you got us some good information to follow up on.”

“Yeah,” Lucy replies, sounding breathless and avoiding Wyatt’s gaze, which has zeroed in on her face.

“You should start checking into the older members and their families,” Rufus interjects, sounding only slightly less freaked out than she feels. “As obsessed as these people seem to be with bloodlines, there's no way they'd pair him up with Lucy if he wasn't from the inside. Ten to one that guy’s some Rittenhouse stooge’s kid.”

God, if that isn't a disgusting thought. “He’s right. Excuse me,” Lucy says before abruptly retreating.

She’s used up all her calm, and before she really thinks about it, she’s moving quickly back down the hallway, looking for the ladies’ bathroom she’s pretty sure is down here somewhere.

Footsteps behind her announce that Wyatt is following her. “Wait, Lucy, where are you going?”

She doesn’t spare him a glance. “To throw up.”

To her relief, the women’s room is only a few doors down from where she thought it was, and when she pushes through the door, she’s startled to see that Wyatt has followed her.

Her stomach is still rebelling with all this new, disturbing knowledge, and she doesn’t want him in here. “Wyatt, really, I need--”

The sound of him hauling a large, open trash can across the floor to where they’re standing cuts her off. “If you need it, there it is,” he says. “Now talk to me.”

It sends her back to the last time he sought her out like this, in a cottage behind enemy lines. She’s not as scared now as she was then, but it's close. “You don’t talk.”

He gives her a dark half-smile. “For you I do.”

His arms are crossed over his chest, and his shoulders are tense, but there’s a stillness about his eyes--those blue eyes that just seem to capture her--and she marvels at how solid he is, how unshakeable he seems ever since he told her that it was his purpose to protect her and Rufus.

But she’s incredibly shaken, and she doesn’t want him to see how close she is to losing it. She presses a hand to her forehead, shaking her head. “I can’t--”

“Yes, you can. You can, Lucy. You’re safe here. Just get it out.”

He won’t let her look away, chases her gaze when she tries to. The hand on her forehead runs through her hair, then falls. “It’s just--I’ve followed my mom my whole life. I became a historian because I love the work, but also because it was what my mom wanted. And I was okay with that, most of the time I was okay with that, because it brought us closer. Even when she was sick, I felt so close to her. And now I find out that must have all been a lie, she brought this stranger into my life, she let me think I was supposed to marry him, she let me live with him, he could’ve--”

It’s horrifying, how vulnerable Noah and her mom made her. She knows Wyatt understands, because his jaw is clenched as he nods sharply. “Yeah. Right there with you.”

She nods back, takes a deep breath, eyes burning and throat aching. “And I think it might be worse, because it wasn’t always like this, right? It couldn’t have always been like this, we had Amy, and she wasn’t...I’m sure our Dad wasn’t a part of this, so that means…”

“Finish it,” Wyatt says, voice low and knowing.

“I think I did this, Wyatt,” Lucy says, voice thready with repressed tears. “Something we did, it didn’t just erase Amy, it changed something in my mother, something fundamental, something that Rittenhouse exploited. Which means that everything that’s happened since that first mission is my fault, because I didn’t do my job--”

Wyatt shakes his head. “C’mere,” he says, then he’s got one warm hand on the nape of her neck, and the other one low on her back, pulling her closer.

She puts her arms around his waist, presses her cheek into his shoulder, and just lets everything else go for a while. She pours out all the sadness, all the guilt, all the fear. Wyatt just holds her tightly, letting her soak his shirt, wrapping her up in an invisible blanket of comfort.

After a few minutes she sniffles, feeling stuffy and exhausted and a little embarrassed by it all. She pulls away, but he doesn’t let her go far, keeping her close with his hands on her upper arms.

He bends a little to catch her eye. “I don’t know if something we did changed her. I hope not. I’m--I’m sorry if it did. But it’s an impossible job, okay? You can't put all that on your shoulders. You have to know that no one could have done better. No one.”

“I want to believe that,” she says, wiping her nose on her sleeve--her mother would definitely not approve of that unladylike gesture, and she takes some weird satisfaction from that--and then swipes her fingers under both eyes.

He watches all of this quietly, waits until she's looking up at him to speak. “Well, I believe it. I'm pretty sure Rufus does too. Maybe for now that’ll be enough.”

She holds his eyes for a beat longer, trying to communicate the gratitude that she can't put into words. They linger and begin to sway toward each other as the air between them changes. It becomes charged with promise, just like it felt last night in the meeting room, and just like that moment, something happens to interrupt it before the promise can be fulfilled.

Lucy yawns.

When Wyatt laughs, it's warm with affection, but Lucy’s face is warm with a blush, and she drops her chin to her chest with a groan. “I'm sorry. I'm so tired, but I'm just...I'm not ready to go back out there yet.”

He slides his hands up to her shoulders and tugs her close enough to drop a kiss on the top of her head. A nice bolt of electricity shoots down from the spot, and she warms for a different reason, but she really is just too drained to see where it leads right now.

And Wyatt, being the protector he is, seems to understand that. “Come on,” he says, pulling her over to the side of the small room, where he sits, leaning his back against the wall and stretching his long legs out in front of him.

She blinks. “Really?”

He just looks up at her and smirks. “You said you weren't ready to go out yet. There's no couch in here--which is a disappointment, by the way, I always heard there were couches in ladies’ rooms--so that just leaves the floor. Sit.”

For the first time in hours, Lucy feels like smiling, so she does. And then she sits.

It takes her a minute to adjust, the tile floor not being the most comfortable surface to rest on after the day she's had, but Wyatt’s shoulder next to hers feels right somehow.

“So,” she sighs, staring at the gleaming sinks on the opposite wall. “What now?”

“I'm the wrong guy for that, I just execute the orders, I don't give them,” he says, and she would say that he shouldn't sell himself short, but she's pretty sure he's joking by the way mouth tilts and his eyes crinkle. “Rufus is the smart one, he'll think of something.”

As if on cue, there's a hesitant knock on the door, followed by it opening just a crack. “Guys? Is it safe for me to come in?”

Wyatt rolls his eyes. “Yes, Rufus. What do you think we're doing in here?”

“I don't know, I've just learned to be cautious about opening unknown doors.” He holds out his hands, giving her a bottle of water and a big bar of dark chocolate. “Thought you could use these.”

Her eyes start to sting again at Rufus’ thoughtfulness, and she has to blink a few times. “Thanks.”

She opens the bottle of water and takes a long gulp, realizing how thirsty all the crying has made her. Rufus really is a genius.

She recaps it quickly and drops it into her lap when Rufus slowly starts to lower himself next to her, groaning.

She puts a hand up to help support his back as he sits. “Rufus, your stitches, be careful!” she chastises.

He waves a hand once he's settled. “It's fine, Wyatt can carry me back out.”

“No, Wyatt can't,” Wyatt shoots back. “You've got like 30, 40 pounds on me.”

Rufus leans forward to glare at Wyatt. “Hey, that’s all muscle!”

Lucy hides a smile, tearing open the chocolate bar wrapper to break a piece off.

“Did I say it wasn’t? You're taller than me,” Wyatt says, accepting a piece of chocolate from her. “Plus, there’s that giant brain of yours.”

Rufus grumbles, eyeing the square of chocolate she offers him for a second before taking it. “Well, I accept your acknowledgment of my superior intellect.”

“I think you're perfect, Rufus,” Lucy says.

Rufus harrumphs, although it's clear he's putting on a show to cheer her up. “Damn right I am. Jiya doesn’t just want me for my brain, you know.”

It's totally working, because she grins. “Of course. I'd fight her for you, but I'm positive she could take me.”

Rufus’ eyes sparkle, like they always do when he's thinking about Jiya. “It's a valid concern. You can't trust Star Trek fans, they fight dirty.”

“Star Trek fans?” Wyatt interjects. “What about Star Wars fans? Han shot first.”

Rufus and Lucy both turn to Wyatt and stare.

His face reddens. “What? I watch movies,” he says defensively.

Lucy snorts, then looks back at Rufus. “How is Jiya doing?”

That sobers him up, and he doesn't quite meet her eyes. “Better,” he says, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket to show Lucy that he's been texting her. “Wishing she could be here to watch the drama unfold.”

And what drama it was. Lucy appreciates the humor, how Jiya makes the matter feel less threatening. “I bet. Tell her we said hi.”

Rufus nods, then takes her hand. “Yeah, about that. I'm sorry your not-fiancé turned out to be a cylon.”

He doesn't say, sorry that your mom did too, but she hears it anyway. She swallows, manages a strained smile. “Me too.”

They're all quiet after that, but it's a comforting quiet, while Lucy lets herself enjoy their company and relax. They finish off the chocolate bar, and Lucy takes a few more sips of water.

“So we're just...hanging out in the women's bathroom, huh?” Rufus asks.

Wyatt huffs a laugh. “Yep.”

Then their attention is drawn to the door, which squeaks open as an older woman Lucy recognizes as one of the lead computer programmers walks in, then abruptly stops when she catches sight of the three of them on the floor.

They regard each other in silence, until Rufus speaks up. “Hi,” he offers nonchalantly, as if there's nothing odd about this situation at all.

The programmer points to the door. “You know, I'll just use another one.”

“Sorry!” Lucy yells out belatedly, just before the door swings closes behind the departing woman.

“We should probably get out of here,” Rufus comments mildly.

Lucy drops her head onto Wyatt’s shoulder, feels his answering chuckle. “Yeah.”

Despite knowing that nothing has changed--her mother is still a stranger, Noah is still just down the hall in interrogation being evil--she feels at peace here. With Wyatt and Rufus beside her, she feels safe and cozy and actually optimistic, and she's afraid that once they leave that will go away.

So she squeezes Rufus' hand, and gets comfortable against Wyatt’s shoulder, and closes her eyes. “Just a few more minutes.”

Wyatt must turn to look at her, because she can feel his breath rustle her hair when he speaks. “Okay.”

So they stay.

#timeless #timeless fic #wyatt logan x lucy preston #rufus carlin & lucy preston #time team #timeless OT3 #noah is involved #mentions of jiya #background Rufus x Jiya #team bonding in women's bathrooms is TOTALLY A THING #rittenhouse is sneaky and evil #emotional hurt/comfort #contains paranoid plot theories #which I feel that the showrunners would approve of

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