Guys, I'm back! I know that it has been forever, and I am so sorry. I have had a LOT going on. Part of the problem was that I knew I said that this would be a multi-chapter fic, but I just didn't really know where to go with it. It ended up as a two-shot instead. To all the people who are disappointed that this is the end of this fic, I am sorry, but I feel that I could do more justice ending it here than trying to drag it out. But, I have another idea for a Lucy/Wyatt fic (well, it will include all the characters of Timeless, with Jiya/Rufus moments, too ,because there are not enough fics about them). I have no idea when I will post this new story though, because I think you can all tell that I am not a frequent or consistent updater.

Anyway, after that little message, let me just say something about this fandom. We are awesome. I was so crushed when I heard Timeless was canceled. I found out just before laying down to go to sleep and was so devastated that I couldn't sleep. That was not good news for the AP test I had to take the next day. Then, my family and I talk about ways to get involved with the #ResuscitateTimeless because of our lack of social media and I find out that NBC REVERSED its decision. Thank God, because I was not ready for Season 1 to be the end. I'll probably re-watch season 1 a thousand times between now and season 2, though. While I write Timeless fanfiction. But I was blown away with how amazing our fandom truly is and that we got our show back! Thank you to everyone who helped bring it back and just anyone who loves this show. I love all of you guys.

Okay, last thing before you get to the good stuff: I was blown away by the response to the first chapter. I've never had that much response before and all the reviews were amazing. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, I love you guys so much. Plus, this is the most favorites and follows I have ever had. YOu guys are just phenomenal and I am so grateful that you read my work and like it. So please enjoy chapter 2, the end of "Are Some Things Just Fate?" and leave a review.

Warmth. That's the first sensation that she's aware of as her mind works to shake off the fogginess of sleep. It's an all-encompassing warmth, like she's wrapped safely in a cocoon hidden from the outside world. While the warmth feels nice, it makes her mind work more sluggishly as it is more than content to stay right where it is. As she slowly pushes off the last tendrils of sleep, a throbbing pain makes itself known in her skull. Lucy lets out a low groan. Just great. Is she getting sick? What about her classes? Realizing that she's about to panic, Lucy inhales deeply, steadying herself.

And that moment is when the smell hits her. She's not at home, no way. The scent permeating the room belongs to a delta-force soldier with insanely blue eyes. She would know, she remembers that very first mission, both of them awkwardly trying to navigate the tiny space inside the Lifeboat to sit down in their respective seats. She caught a whiff of his scent that day, even if it was mixed in with the alcohol on his breath. She brings her hands to her head and gently massages her temples. At least she knows where she is now, Wyatt's house. Slowly opening her eyes, she peers around the room. Dark curtains pulled tight over windows let in only a sliver of sunlight, making it harder for her to examine the room. Lucy concludes that she must be in a guest room. There are no belongings strewn in random places like a bedroom would have, the closet doors yawn open to display their empty hangers, and it just has that entire guest room feel.

Alright, now she knows where she is, the other question is why. Why exactly is she at Wyatt's house? Why can't she remember coming into this room or crawling into the bed? Why does her head hurt? The pain intensifies as last night rushes through her head: wedding, Noah, running, Wyatt, whiskey, kiss… wait what? Lucy's mind comes to a screeching halt when her mind processes the word kiss. Did she kiss Wyatt? Did Wyatt kiss her? Or was this all her imagination, one brought on the alcohol she remembers consuming last night? Let's go through what I know for sure, Lucy thinks. She knows she ran full speed into Wyatt's arms and drowned herself in his blue eyes (and in whiskey). She knows that he learned her favorite ice cream flavor and that her biggest fear is that time travel will take everyone she loves away from her. On the other hand, she learned that he likes white chocolate (shudder) and doesn't miss Texas. She remembers scooting closer to him, seemly under the pretense of comforting him when she was the one that needed the comfort that being close to him brought. And then… she remembers the kiss. Now, Lucy knows that there is no way that the kiss is a figment of her imagination. If it was, she wouldn't remember so much. Not the taste of his lips, tinged with whiskey, or the soft scratch of the soft scruff on his face. Not his hand clutching her hair or his body gently pressing into hers. She wouldn't remember that the press of his body on hers didn't make her light up with desire like she always assumed it would, instead it made her feel the safest she has since… since their last mission. Since the last time she was in his presence. Unconsciously, Lucy's hand flutters up to her lips and ghosts over them.

But then…after the kiss. The feeling of Wyatt's weight springing off of her, of his lips ripping away from hers. Foggy confusion filled her head at that point, Wyatt thrusting a glass of water into her hand, and then pulling her up from the couch. She thinks she remembers…Wyatt carrying her? God, what mess has she gotten herself into? The awkwardness of their kiss after Bonnie and Clyde was hard enough to deal with, but at least they were both able to say it was playing a part, acting a role. What are they going to say now? Maybe they could pass it off as them both being intoxicated. She wasn't drunk, though. Slightly tipsy at best. And if she wasn't drunk, there was no way Wyatt was. He had a better tolerance for alcohol than she did. Lucy kissed Wyatt because she wanted to. And by the way the kiss felt… he wanted to kiss her too. Oh, why was this all so complicated? Why did it have to be Wyatt on her team? Why did he have to have his adorable, yet infuriating, smirks, his piercing blue eyes and scruff? Why did she have to fall for him? Lucy is under no illusions that she has "only-friend" feelings for Wyatt. She honestly can't tell if she loves him, but she knows that there is something beyond friendship for her. Yet again, here she is asking why Wyatt had to be Wyatt and why she had to fall for him, but if Flynn never stole a time machine, then this mess could have been avoided, too. Better yet, Mason could never have even built a time machine. No use trying to fix the past, right? Not as long as it's in your timeline at least. Which, Lucy thinks, is just plain ridiculous. With a sigh, Lucy resigns herself to getting out of bed and going to face Wyatt. Staying here won't make the problem go away.

Tossing the blankets off of her, Lucy gets up and stretches. She winces as she feels the bite of her bra. Sleeping with her bra on all night had made it dig into her back and Lucy wanted nothing more than to unclasp the thing and throw it away so that she didn't have to look at it for the rest of the day. However, facing Wyatt braless is not an option. With a sigh, Lucy combs her fingers through her messy curls and tries to picture how this conversation will go. Her fingers go still when she spots something light colored at the foot of the bed. Approaching it, Lucy sees that it is a white robe. Beside the robe is a pair of black leggings and a nondescript navy T-shirt. And why did Wyatt have to be so thoughtful, too? Lucy grumbles to herself in her mind. Even though Lucy already kissed him, wearing clothes that she knows belonged to his dead wife felt more imitate. Actually, it didn't really seem intimate either. It just seemed wrong, like she was crossing a line somehow.

The more Lucy stares at the clothes, the more her own feel uncomfortable and itchy on her body. Maybe just the shirt….Lucy picks up the shirt and realizes that this is not Jessica's shirt. Well, maybe it was Jessica's shirt after she stole it from Wyatt, but Wyatt was the original owner. No way Lucy could have an intelligent conversation with Wyatt while wearing his shirt. Shaking herself out of that line of thought, Lucy looks away from the shirt. She finishes combing her fingers through her hair and, squaring her shoulders, exits the room.

The expedition to find Wyatt was not a long one. The hallway from the guest room to the kitchen, where he was, was short. Sitting down at the small, round oak table, Wyatt was reading a book. Lucy did not peg him for a reader…which she learned about last night. "I don't mind a good book every now and then" Wyatt voice from last night flits to her brain. "Good morning," Wyatt greets, closing his book. "Did you sleep well?" he asks as his intense eyes search her face.

Clearing her throat, Lucy responds, "Yes, I did, thank you."

"What do you remember about last night?" is the next question out of his mouth. This one throws her for a loop. If Wyatt doesn't expect her to remember last night, to remember their kiss, then she can just fake it. She can say she doesn't know and avoid any awkwardness that might linger between them.

"Um…I remember coming here and freaking out to you. You were the perfect gentleman about it, of course, and then you suggested whiskey as a way to get my mind off of my...problems. We played a get-to-know-you drinking game but things get fuzzy after the first few silly questions. Don't remember the end of the night, but I assume it consisted on me getting drunk and you helping me into the guest room to sleep." Lucy tries to best to sound confident as the lie rolls off her tongue, but trips and stumbles over a few words.

Wyatt sighs heavily and hangs his head. "You don't not remember, Lucy—"

"Wha—"

"You remember everything."

"Then why did you ask me?" Lucy demands.

"I wanted to see if you would lie to me." Wyatt states, his eyes a sad, faded blue, looking like he's disappointed in her.

Suddenly, anger wells up in Lucy's chest, pressing against her lungs and making her short of breath. "So it was just a test? To see if I was lying. Well, Wyatt Logan, you are the one who kissed me," Lucy grinds the words out from between her teeth.

The words seem to spur Wyatt to his feet, his book snapping closed and thudding down to the table. "I gave you a choice, Lucy, I gave you an out."

"I was drunk," she exclaims.

"Oh, come on, Lucy! Enough! It was hard cider but you were not drunk. Tipsy? Yes. But you were in control of yourself. You kissed me back. You wanted me just as badly as I wanted you."

"I… wait what?" Lucy had been gearing up to shoot another response back at Wyatt. Until his words really sank in. "You—"

"Yes, Lucy, I wanted, want, you. I think that was made pretty clear from last night," Wyatt admits, the spark from their impromptu yelling match flickering out of existence. Instead, he simply looked sad. Well, more than sad, really. He looked crushed, broken, like a man who barely knew what he was living for anymore. He looked like her poor, damaged Wyatt. "I… you…I don't really know how to say what I want to say." Wyatt admits, putting the majority of his weight on the table and hanging his head.

"Then just do what you told me at the Alamo," Lucy walks slowly and cautiously around the table toward her soldier, almost like approaching an animal poised to run away. "Say what's in here." Her palm lands over Wyatt's chest, her nails scratching gently against his shirt, the beating of his heart a steady beat under her hand. Wyatt peers up at her through his lashes, his eyes locking onto hers.

"I honestly wasn't sure what I was going to say beyond asking if you remembered what happened last night. I'm not… very good about sharing my feelings. But I knew we couldn't let this hang between us, it could compromise our missions." Wyatt confesses. Ice slides down Lucy's spine. Compromise our missions. Was that what this was about? Had she read everything wrong? She stiffens and starts to withdraw her hand before Wyatt's darts out and grabs it. His hand encompasses her, enfolding it completely so that it can no longer be seen. "Lucy, everyone is drawn to what makes them feel human, feel alive. When I kissed in front of Bonnie and Clyde, it was to maintain an illusion. I didn't expect to feel anything. But I did. Once I did, I didn't know how to deal with it. And I still…. I don't know what to do about Jessica, or what's going to happen with her. Now that time-travel exists, it feels like everything is off the table," Wyatt pauses to take a quick, grounding inhale. "But despite time-travel and all the uncertainty of the future and the past, I feel something for you. I'm drawn to you because you are what makes me feel alive. When I realized that, I thought that I had to stop whatever we were before it could progress further. After Jess died, after I found out it was my fault, I spiraled. I drank myself into oblivion and let the days pass as dark blurs because I felt that I didn't deserve to live."

"Wyatt," Lucy whispers softly, tears shining in her eyes.

"How could I deserve to live when I had taken something precious and bright and wholly good from this world? Then I met you and got to know you and you are all of things too. I spent so long living in mourning, grief, and pain that I don't know if I can give you anything, much less what you deserve. Lucy, I am far more broken than you think and I don't know if I can do this," He admits, tears sliding down in cheeks. Lucy squeezes his hand and maneuvers them so that her fingers slide between his, truly holding his hand. With her free hand, she cups his face and gives it a gentle tug. Her lips brush against his softly, the taste of the salt from both their tears is sharp on her tongue. There is not any fever in the kiss, no urgency or sense of desperate want. Instead it is a reassuring kiss. A brief brush of lips to let the other know that they are still here, that they haven't left. As their lips part, their foreheads rest against one another. For a few moments, neither says anything, letting the sound of them breathing together repair of little of what's been broken inside both of them.

"What was it you said to me?" Lucy breathes. "We make it up as we go?"

"What was it that you said to me?" Wyatt asks, just as softly and Lucy can hear the small smile in his voice. "Maybe we don't get to make it up as we go? Maybe some things are just fate?"

"I thought you didn't believe in fate."

"I don't, but you do."

"Maybe… after all, history is just choices, right? Maybe I'm ready to see things from a new perspective," Lucy whispers.

"Maybe I am too," Wyatt replies. "After all, if fate lead you to me, it can't all be bad, can it?"

"I don't know. Somedays it feels like I don't know anything anymore. Maybe some things are just fate, but maybe others are simply choices."

"Maybe," Wyatt whispers. "No matter what, I like this choice," and Lucy feels his lips press into her forehead and the barest hint of his stubble. Lucy had to agree with Wyatt, she like this choice too. She also knew that with everything around her constantly shifting, Wyatt had become her constant, he had become her home. She just needed enough to have enough faith that it would stay that way.

I don't have a beta, so all errors are my own and I apologize. I hope you guys like it and please leave a review. Next time you see my name, it'll be with a new fic for this wonderful show. Please check it out when it's up. I love you all, bye!