Hey everyone! Thanks for all of your reviews and support. Although this current season is breaking my Lyatt heart (they better fix this soon!) I can't wait to see where it goes next! So for this epilogue, I messed around with something. I know technically Carol and Henry never got together in this alternate timeline so Lucy wouldn't have anything from her "dad," but I am ignoring that to make it work for the story. Let me know how you all like it!

The sun was just starting to peek through the curtains. The soft glow of orange and red mixing into the darkness of the night. Wyatt had always loved this time of the day, in the soft lightening of the morning he would go for a run or sit out his apartment balcony and just take in the quiet. However, for the first time, he couldn't care less about the view outside. He was much more interested in the view currently laying in his arms.

Wyatt was enjoying watching Lucy sleep to much to drift off himself. They had spent most of the night wrapped up together, two years of passion and longing unleashing onto each other. Words that should have said long ago being communicated through each touch and bodies coming together.

Wyatt brushed back a curl off her face, feeling a tingle of awareness as she snuggled deeper into him. "Do I have to get up?" She asked sleepily.

"No babydoll, sleep as long as you want." He whispered tucking her further into his side. Lucy nodded happily, "love you."

Wyatt smiled down at her. Once they had said the words they hadn't been able to stop as though they were terrified if they didn't keep saying it, they would wake up and find themselves still in their weird friendzone. "I love you too."

He held her tightly as she drifted back to sleep, relieved to see her face clear of the weight she had been carrying around. There was a small smile on her lips and the dark circles under her eyes were gone. Wyatt's eyes traced over her bare body, reminders of their night becoming visible on her smooth skin. She was going to have beard burn and love bites all over her, Wyatt realized with a wicked grin not feeling apologetic in the slightest.

His smile fading when he took in her darkening wrist. Just like he had feared the bruise had deepened into a horrific blend of blue and black. He brought up to his lips kissing it gently, wishing he could make it disappear.

Wyatt slowly moved her out of his embrace waiting to make sure she had not woken up from the movement. Lucy simply rolled over onto her stomach with a sigh and he knew she was out for a while. He punched a number into his phone as he crept into the living room.

"I swear man," Rufus grumbled, "If you're calling me at this ungodly hour to tell me Emma has jumped, I may shoot her myself."

"I am down with that plan," Wyatt replied sarcastically, "Except you can't hit the side of the barn."

"I think sleep deprivation might make me a better shot. So, where did she go this time?"

"It's not Emma, but I do need your help."

"Wyatt," Rufus groaned and Wyatt could hear him fumbling in the background, "What is going on? It's not even six yet."

"It's for Lucy," Wyatt assured him. Despite the pilot's absolute hatred for the mornings, he knew Rufus would make an exception for their historian.

"How she is doing?" Rufus asked a little more alert, "She okay after the run in with douche Noah?"

"Yeah, she is fine." Wyatt decided to leave out what happened after they got home. Not that he minded if Rufus knew him and Lucy were together but he wanted to act quickly before she woke up. "Can you come over and keep an eye on her though. I need to run an errand."

"An errand?" Rufus asked confused, "at this hour?"

"I will explain when you get here. I will buy you two boxes of Chocodiles."

"You're lucky I like Lucy so much and I want three boxes."

"Deal. "Wyatt hung up before Rufus could change his mind. He quickly slipped on his clothes and put on some coffee. He hurried to answer the door at the soft knock fifteen minutes later and saw a very disgruntled Rufus. "Coffee."

Wyatt simply pointed to the pot, "all yours." Rufus stumbled to the kitchen and guzzled down a cup not caring about temperature, "better?"

"A little." Rufus poured another cup for himself and looked over at him questionably, "So are you going to tell me what errand was so damn important that you got me over here before the sun was even up?"

"I need to take care of some stuff at Noah's apartment."

Rufus eyes widened in alarm, "Oh god please tell me you didn't kill him and now you have to go bleach the blood stains out of his kitchen or something."

Wyatt laughed darkly, "No but it took some restraint. Trust me, Doctor Dick is even worse than we thought. This wasn't his first time attacking Lucy."

"What?"

Wyatt nodded appreciatively at the anger in Rufus' voice. It was nice to know Lucy had another person who cared so deeply for her. "Yeah, when she ended their engagement. He blew up at her, overturned the kitchen table and barely let her leave. It's why most of her stuff is still at his place. Stuff that shifted over there in this alternate timeline."

"Are you sure you don't need help hiding the body? We could bury him in Mason's backyard. It's huge and would take like ten sonars to cover it all. The cops would give up before they discovered him."

"Good to know. Right now, I just need you stay with her. She's asleep and I should be back before she wakes up."

Rufus nodded, "Good luck and don't forget my Chocodiles."

Lucy rolled over feeling rested for the first time in ages. Her body was tingling and sore, a subtle reminder of the night before. She smiled into her pillow as details replayed in her mind. The soft kisses Wyatt had showered onto every inch of her skin as he gently undressed her. The way his eyes darkened while his body laid over hers. Lucy had never been a very confident lover, but watching Wyatt lose control as he moved inside her made her feel like a goddess. It had been a heady sensual night and she wouldn't mind a morning repeat but as she moved her arm didn't meet a hard, warm body but something small and soft.

Lucy blinked her eyes open with a small gasp, sitting on the pillow beside her was her teddy bear. Mr. Berry was tucked into her side, his faded red checkered shirt had missing buttons and his fur was missing in patches, but his eyes still twinkled behind his wire rimmed glasses. The same kind that her dad, her real dad had always worn. It was why Henry Wallace had bought him for Lucy when Amy had been born. He said it was to remind her that he was still her daddy too, a sentiment she appreciated even more now that she knew the truth. Lucy grabbed him happily before swinging her legs out of bed, desperate to find Wyatt.

She threw on his t-shirt and crept out of the bedroom following the smell of coffee. He was sitting on the stool behind the counter reading the paper. Lucy snuck up behind him wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her head into his back, "good morning."

Wyatt twisted around in her embrace, kissing the top of her head since her face was now buried in his chest, "good morning."

She looked up at him, her smile brighter than he had ever seen on her, "Thank you, Wyatt."

He leaned down capturing her lips in a slow kiss waking her up better than any shot of caffeine. His hands wandering down low on her back, "have I mentioned how much I love seeing you in my clothes." Wyatt muttered into her ear, his voice low and husky.

Lucy laughed, "I've noticed." She placed a kiss to the underside of his jaw before bringing up the stuffed animal to his gaze, "My bear."

He nodded, "Your bear. Does he have a name?"

"Mr. Berry honeybee," Lucy told him seriously although her eyes were twinkling happily.

"That's original."

"I was four," Lucy protested, swatting him playfully before turning somber, "You went and got him for me."

Wyatt grinned down at her, his dimples deepening slightly, "This morning."

"You know," Lucy whispered wrapping her arms around his neck, "I didn't think I could love you any more than I already did. But this," gesturing to her teddy, "takes it to a whole new level. I can't believe you did that for me."

Wyatt blues eyes pierced her as he pulled her closer, "I would do anything for you, Luce. I love you. So, if that means going on a rescue mission for Mr. Berry Honeybee or time traveling through different centuries to keep you safe and happy, then that's what I will do".

Lucy kissed him feeling more loved and cherished than she had in a long time. They finally broke apart when breathing became a problem, "So, is Noah alive?" Lucy asked curiously.

Wyatt chuckled, "Yeah but he may have a problem seeing and talking for a few days. One side of his face is a little bit on the swollen side."

Lucy raised an eyebrow with a smile, "Is that so?"

Wyatt nodded solemnly, "Yeah, strangely he kept falling down."

"Is that how Noah will explain it to the police? Because I seriously doubt he won't try to press charges."

"I called Agent Christopher who assured me that it will be explained to him that he should accept the bruising as result of falling down multiple times or he can take a very long tour of a black sited pit."

"Are you serious?"

"Yep." Wyatt tucked a loose curl behind her ear. "You are very well loved Luce. As soon as I explained what happened, she was more than happy to take over the Noah detail."

Lucy shook her head with a wry grin, "I probably shouldn't enjoy this as much as I am."

"I don't know. I deeply enjoyed hitting him."

"I bet." Lucy gave him a little squeeze, "So now that my crazy ex-fiancé is taken care of, how about some breakfast?

Wyatt gave her gentle slap on the ass before heading into the kitchen, "Coming right up."

As Lucy collapsed on the couch she looked down at Mr. Berry feeling lighter than she had since she lost Amy. While she would never give up on getting her sister back for the first time, she wasn't consumed by what she had lost. Lucy looked up seeing Wyatt moving around the stove scrambling some eggs and she knew whatever happened next, it would be worth it.

"Here you go babydoll," Wyatt handed her plate and Lucy laid it the coffee table before grabbing his t-shirt pulling him down close, "Eat fast soldier. You're going to need your strength for what I have planned for the rest of the day."

Wyatt's eyes darkened, "We'll eat tomorrow," He growled as his lips landed on her neck but before she could respond his phone started ringing. "You've got to be kidding me."

Lucy groaned, "I don't suppose we could ignore it."

"Don't tempt me." Wyatt grabbed his device angrily, "Logan."

He looked over at her with a nod, "All right, we will be right there."

Lucy sighed, "Emma?"

"Yep."

"All right," She stood up regretfully, "I will go get dress."

He grabbed her hand, yanking her gently back to him, "I love you."

"I love you too," Lucy ran her fingers through his hair, "Now let's go save History."

Wyatt gave her slow smirk, "Yes, Ma'am."