A/N: So first of all this fic is ENTIRELY speculation for 2x04. Definitely contains some spoilers for 2x03 and 2x04. I don't know too much but I do know some things. I took the few things I know and wrote this.

2x04 probably most likely (definitely) will not go down like this, but this is my DREAM of how it goes down. Like its' my favorite theory in my head and I could not stop until I wrote it. Because I want Wyatt to be as honest with Lucy as he can be. I want him to tell her because he trusts her. I don't want him to just disappear and leave her in the dark. So, this is my take on Wyatt going to Lucy for help. I hope you guys like it.

Shout out to Iambeck for editing this for me! She's AMAZING.

Happy reading!

angellwings

Choices We Make

By angellwings

"If the Mothership goes anywhere call me," Wyatt said as they huddled close together in the living room of the bunker. "I swiped a burner from one of Christopher's guys." He placed a scrap of paper in her hand and made sure to catch her eye. "That's the number, okay? Call me. I don't care what else is going on. I'll come back."

"Wyatt," Lucy said with a sigh and a shake of her head. "Just focus on getting your answers, okay? One problem at a time. We'll be fine."

He quirked a brow at her with a stern expression. "I'm not kidding, Lucy. You call me. My job is to protect you and Rufus and I'm not running out on that. Not now."

She gave him a doubtful look but eventually nodded. "Fine, I'll call you."

He looked as though he wanted to say something else. What it was he wanted to say, she couldn't be sure. She didn't know what either of them could say. Jessica was alive. Everything was different. And yet it wasn't. Wyatt was still dedicated to stopping Rittenhouse. He was still her friend. Whatever else he was beyond that was completely uncertain but the essentials were all still true.

Including their essential talent for horrible timing.

If there was ever a mission Lucy enjoyed more than this one, she couldn't think of it. Her mind was clouded with Hedy Lamarr, Citizen Kane, singing to a room full of golden age talent (and Wyatt), his heartstopping confession, and their many kisses by that Fireplace in 1941. It was a heady mix of romance and adventure and all her wildest day dreams.

They'd taken care of the sleeper and during their escape they'd manage to bring back the Sleeper's briefcase. Agent Christopher had called them all together because they'd found a key piece of Rittenhouse intel hidden inside of it. Christopher had it examined and based on some of Ethan's evidence they were able to decode it.

The intel had Jessica Logan listed with an address and the name "Amanda."

Her haze of happiness faded immediately. Never had she gone from such a high to such an extreme low in a shorter amount of time.

Lucy remembered the silence that fell across the room as Christopher revealed what they'd learned. She'd said it as gently as she could with her eyes focused only on Wyatt. He'd visibly unraveled faster and more dramatically than he had at the Alamo. They didn't know what the evidence meant but Lucy's actively breaking heart still belonged to him.

Wife or no wife. She couldn't let him cope with that alone. So she'd steadied him with an arm around his back and let him lean against her.

Christopher then proceeded to bring up her theory and Lucy, never one to want to disrespect Denise's leadership, had snapped at her. She thought Jessica was Rittenhouse. Wyatt's Jessica. Given how they'd found the name it was an unfortunately sound theory but to bring it up immediately after telling Wyatt his wife was likely still alive was too much.

"Give him a minute," Lucy said as she glared at the Agent.

Lucy led Wyatt away from the group that sat in front of the monitors and into the kitchen. She sat him down at one of the metal tables and got to work making tea. Honestly, she didn't know what else to do. She let him sit in stunned silence while she heated the water and bit her bottom lip to keep the tears at bay. He didn't need her blubbering right now.

"It's not possible," Wyatt said. Those were the first words he'd spoken since Christopher dropped her truth bomb. "How could she be—she can't be Rittenhouse. Did they even check out that address? She may not even be there."

He had a good point.

He sighed and shook his head. "I can't just let them assume—Lucy." He stopped his sentence short and turned to face her as the kettle in front of her whistled.

She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to look at him. To talk to him. To make sure he hadn't lost her.

He couldn't lose her, but she knew she had lost him.

She gulped and took a breath before turning to face him. "I hear you," she said with a sigh of her own.

She poured the water and then dropped in two tea bags of whatever soothing herbal thing Jiya drank. She set one down in front of him and then sat down in the chair next to his.

"What do I do?" He asked. His tone sounded as though it contained every emotion a person could possibly feel. It was impossible to describe. He looked at her apologetically as if he felt guilty for coming to her of all people but she could see the desperation behind them. He genuinely didn't know who else to turn to.

"If they think she's Rittenhouse why haven't they arrested her?" Lucy asked. She was hoping to get him past the panic by asking him questions she knew he was qualified to answer. He needed to be thinking in addition to feeling.

Distancing herself from the situation was a nice distraction for her too.

"Evidence," he said immediately. "All that paper does is make her a person of interest. They could question her but then they run the risk of tipping her off and if they tip her off—"

"She could run," Lucy finished for him. "Got it. So, what, they'll just watch her instead?"

"Probably, and wait for her to incriminate herself or lead them to a bigger fish," Wyatt answered.

Lucy shook her head again. She knew Wyatt. She knew him too well. Probably and maybe and could be were not concepts he handled well. He wanted answers. He needed answers.

"If Christopher won't talk to her then you should," Lucy said as she continued to bite her bottom lip. This was probably a bad idea. But he wouldn't rest with anything less. "You should take that address, find her, and talk to her. Maybe you won't get the answers to the questions Christopher has but you could get the answers to all of yours."

Wyatt's eyes met hers in shock and disbelief. But a second later she saw determination in them instead. She felt fear and worry bubble up inside of her.

He didn't think Christopher was right, but she might be. He needed to be prepared. She could understand wanting it not to be true, she'd been there, but she hoped he wouldn't be completely crushed if Jessica disappointed him.

"Wyatt, just...be careful," Lucy said with a tired sigh. "If she's alive and she's been hiding out all these years, she has to have a reason. It may not be what you want it to be." Even to her own ears she sounded defeated. She'd lost Wyatt already. She just knew it. Something about this felt wrong and she was afraid Wyatt might end up broken all over again.

She was already broken beyond repair. But it wasn't too late for him.

He shook his head. "There's some other reason. There has to be. I have to get to our of here and see her for myself."

His blue eyes met her brown ones and silently pleaded for her help. She didn't even have to answer him. Just like that she knew she'd been talked into helping him plan his escape.

And now here they were, early the next morning, executing a hasty plan of escape from the bunker. Christopher's agents had a shift change soon and then Wyatt would make his move. He could sneak up and out in the few minutes it took for me the agents to trade off. She was to keep an eye out in the bunker and stall if necessary.

It reminded her of the night Wyatt stole the Lifeboat and yet it didn't. He wasn't risking everything this time. He was adamant that they call him should Rittenhouse make a move.

"Wyatt, you might have Jessica back," Lucy said with a forced smile. "Don't you think you should focus on that?"

He shook his head at her and immediately replied. "No. Having her back wouldn't be worth losing you," he paused and met her eyes with an urgent look that she didn't know how to define. Really, she didn't know how to define anything anymore. Not between the two of them.

He leaned into her space and his eyes drifted to her lips. She felt his hand gently caress her cheek before she finally forced herself to take one large step away from him.

He wanted to kiss her and, even worse, she wanted to kiss him. It might be her last chance to do so, but, god help her, she couldn't do that to either of them. It hurt too much.

"Go, Wyatt. Go, before the others wake up," she told him with a deep fortifying breath. She could do this. She could send him back to Jessica. He'd wanted it for so long and she couldn't stand in his way now.

He took several steps before turning to face her one last time. She'd seen that face before. Two times, actually. Once when he'd left her in the fifties and once when she's left him behind in that artillery tent. He had to go. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't.

"Good luck," she felt herself say. Her voice sounded thick with emotion and she knew as soon as he was gone that she'd collapse. It also wasn't lost on her that she'd bid him goodbye with those same words once before.

He gulped and she heard his voice catch as he replied, "Thank you, ma'am."

Why does this feel like we're saying goodbye?

Her voice from all those months ago echoed in her head. Same song, different verse. Was she cursed or something? Was everything good in her life destined to be taken from her? She made a hasty retreat to the bathroom once he was out of her field of vision and made sure she shoved the damn chair in front of the door. This was the only place with any hint of privacy. Once that was done, she cried. She cried just as long and hard as she had the first time he left her behind to save Jessica.

She didn't know how many minutes had passed but she suddenly heard alarms outside of the bathroom door. The Mothership. She straightened up and washed her face, but nothing could help how puffy her eyes were. She sighed and decided to blame it on lack of sleep. They would all believe that. She moved the chair and rushed toward the monitors to find Rufus and Jiya reaching them the same time that she did.

Rufus looked around the room and then gave Lucy a suspicious glance. "Where's Wyatt?"

She looked away from him and then shrugged. "He wasn't in his bed?"

"No," Rufus said as he gave her an unsure glance. "I wouldn't have asked otherwise."

"Are you okay?" Jiya asked with a furrowed brow. "Your eyes look kinda...red."

"Just tired," she said with a sigh before she marched past them to the monitor. "The Mothership jumped," she read.

"To where?" Rufus asked. He shook himself and then rolled his eyes. "Sorry, when?"

"1692," Lucy read aloud and as she reached the location she suddenly felt very ill. "In what's today known as Danvers, Massachusets."

Jiya's eyes widened and Lucy heard her gulp in the silence of the bunker. It was deafening. "Massachusets in 1692? Um, wasn't that the—"

"Salem Witch Trials," Lucy confirmed as she closed her eyes tightly. God, this day just kept getting worse.

"Great," Rufus exclaimed with false enthusiasm before his face became very tight and drawn. "We need Wyatt. He's our white privilege ticket through history. Lucy, where is he?"

"How should I know?" Lucy asked with a roll of her eyes.

"Yeah, I'd work on your lying before Christopher gets here," Rufus warned her. "If I'm not buying it then she sure as hell won't."

The piece of paper with the number to Wyatt's burner phone was still in her hand. She'd never let it go. She'd clutched it while she cried like the last piece of him she'd ever hold.

"He's not here," Lucy finally admitted. "We'll have to do this without him."

Rufus still didn't look convinced. "He didn't leave you with a way to contact him?"

She crumpled the scrap of paper while it was fisted in her hand. "He has other problems to focus on right now, Rufus. Time travel is the least of his worries."

She knew she'd evaded his actual question, but Wyatt hadn't had enough time. There was no way he'd found her by now. He needed answers. He needed Jessica. He didn't need her. She had to start fighting without him. They all did.

"Anybody going to call Christopher or what?" Lucy asked with an irritated huff. "Every moment we waste is another chance for Emma to change history."

Jiya gave Rufus a questioning glance and he shook his head helplessly before finally shrugging. "I guess we do this without him," he said with a furrowed brow. "And probably both end up burned at the stake. Fun times."

"They're more likely to hang us than burn us," Lucy offered.

Rufus rolled his eyes. "Oh, that's better then," he said dryly as he picked up the bunker's landline and called Agent Christopher. "He really didn't leave a number or an email or a—I don't know—walkie talkie or something?" He asked her again while he waited for Christopher to answer.

Despite her feelings of irritation and sadness Lucy let out a small chuckle. "No, he didn't leave a walkie talkie."

"They're not gonna let you guys go out there without muscle," Jiya said thoughtfully. "They'll have to find someone."

"Who?" Rufus asked with a scoff. "I mean who else has experience with time travel?"

There was a beat of quiet before all three sets of eyes exchanged looks of realization.

"Nope," Rufus said with a passionate shake of his head. "Hell no. I refuse. I am not time traveling with Garcia Flynn."

"I don't think you'll have a choice," Jiya told him sympathetically just as Agent Christopher answered the call.

Rufus didn't have a choice, but Lucy did. She stepped away from Rufus and Jiya as they explained the situation to Christopher and discretely tossed the scrap of paper into the trash. She'd made her choice. She was leaving him behind. Wyatt Logan had other priorities now and she wasn't going to keep him from them.

He had what he wanted now and maybe that was better? Maybe she could put all of her focus where it should have always been. On taking out Rittenhouse. Focus on the jump. You've jumped without Wyatt before and you can do it again, she told herself.

He was going to move on. From her, from the team. She might as well too. Hell, maybe this way she'd get a head start.