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Garcia snuggled baby Sarah against his chest and kissed the top of her downy head as he walked over to her mom. Hearing a familiar bark, he sighed as he saw his son standing on top of the 8-foot fence that surrounded Denise and Michelle's backyard.

"Henry, get down," he called tiredly. Defiant green-brown eyes stared back impassively at his father, who fought back the urge to ignore it and let him fall. "Henry Joseph Flynn, now." He watched the struggle in the two-year-old's face before he finally decided to obey and shimmy down the fence post. It was a testament to how often things like this happened that when he turned to find Lucy taking in the scene, she didn't bat an eyelash. At least this time there were no sharp objects involved. The boy grinned at him as he shoved the dark sweaty curls away from his eyes and then took off to catch up with Katie and Mark, who were running into the house. He shook his head and looked down at the baby in his arms before smiling ruefully at Lucy and Jiya, who were sitting around the fire pit. "Remember back when Henry was this small and couldn't climb or run away?"

"Don't get any big ideas," his wife looked at him in warning. He chuckled as he handed Sarah to Jiya. "I am done bearing your enormous children."

"I was only going to offer to babysit," he held up his hands in surrender. "I am perfectly happy with the two we already have. It's nice to hold one every once in a while who only wants to cuddle instead of talking back or trying to jump out the second story window. And with Sarah here and Amy and Dave's on the way, we can get our baby fix." Amy and Dave had stayed home due to Amy's horrific morning sickness that was unfortunately following her into her second trimester.

Garcia knelt and picked his wife out of her chair before stealing it and depositing her on his lap. Lucy leaned her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh and he kissed her cheek.

"I'm so glad you two are still just as gross as always," Rufus chuckled as he sat down next to his wife, taking his daughter as she grinned and reached for him.

"We spend most of our time chasing Henry, so when we get a chance to sit down together, I'm taking advantage of it," Garcia responded dryly. He rubbed along Lucy's thigh and felt her shiver slightly, even as she shooed his hand away.

"Yeah, he is an interesting combination of you two," Jiya laughed. "He got Garcia's love for adventure combined with Lucy's creativity. And both of your stubbornness. It'll be amazing to see what he does when he's older."

"I just hope it's legal, whatever it is," Lucy shrugged, only half-kidding.

"Aw, man," Rufus groaned. "Where's the diaper bag?"

"In the guest room," Jiya replied, yawning as she watched her husband slowly head into the house.

"It'll get better," he said, and then corrected himself at Jiya's pointed look, thinking of his son. "Well, she'll eventually sleep through the night, at least."

"Yeah, she's actually not that bad. But when she doesn't wake up, I wake up and wonder why, and sometimes I have dreams…" the engineer drifted off before looking at the two of them, calculating.

"Speaking of which, you know the things we see that we don't talk about?" Jiya asked Garcia and Lucy slowly.

The couple shared a look before nodding silently. The visions had come less and less over time. Garcia hadn't had one during the waking hours in a couple years. Occasionally little bits of that other life still crept in, though. Lucy had a habit (one he wasn't sure she even recognized) of kissing him and checking for scars that he knew weren't there. His left side, his right shoulder, just right of his neck. As for him, after Henry had been born, it had been months before Garcia could let Lucy go get him in the middle of the night. Even now that he was two and typically slept through the night, if Garcia heard Henry stir, he would shoot out of bed to check on him, the old nightmare memory haunting him.

"I had a vision one day when I was in a meeting with Connor," Jiya continued. "And after he freaked out and made sure I was okay, we talked about them. He had an intriguing theory."

Garcia bit his lip before turning to Lucy in silent question. Her eyes were fearful but also curious, and he turned to Jiya with a nod.

"He told me that about ten years ago, he was all set to start a top-secret project—a time machine."

Garcia knew his face registered his disbelief of that. "Uh…is Connor…all there?"

Jiya rolled her eyes. "I know it sounds like sci-fi, but theoretically, it IS possible. Just no one has the money and materials, not to mention expendable test pilots, it would take to do it."

Lucy chimed in, "Okay, assuming I believed you-that would be insanely dangerous. Anything you would do in the past, even just being there, it could change our present reality in ways that could never be predicted."

"Exactly," Jiya replied significantly. "He was all set to do it, get financial backers and everything, when he had his own vision or nightmare or whatever. He went back to the thirties and met Robert Johnson." Jiya looked at them pointedly.

Garcia could tell by the set of her shoulders that Lucy didn't have a clue any more than he did.

"Yeah, I didn't know who he was either. Apparently, he was the 'King of the Delta Blues', who supposedly sold his soul to the devil for his talent, and we would never have had rock and roll without him. Connor's a total fanboy. Anyway, he had this whole conversation with Robert Johnson about how his life was ruined by it, and in Connor's dream he was thinking of how building the time machine ruined his own life, plus other people's lives and unleashed some horror on the world. He didn't realize how dangerous it would be until it was too late. So, after that, Connor gave it up."

"Okay, so if he never made it, then why is it relevant?" Lucy voiced Garcia's own question.

"Well, this Connor never made it. It doesn't mean that in another timeline he didn't. If he had, and we somehow were on the team that went back in time…it would explain why all the visions are in different times and places, why we would have memories of things that never happened…"

Garcia's stomach churned. It was insane, impossible, ridiculous, and yet…

Lucy shivered against him. "That's…I mean, it's…"

"Yeah," Jiya answered. "Have you ever looked into anything you saw?"

"No," Lucy shook her head emphatically as guilt crept up his spine. "We decided not to a long time ago. It was too disturbing," she turned to her husband. "Right?"

He cringed. "I…well…" His wife's mouth dropped open.

"Garcia!"

"I couldn't help myself. I was careful, I erased any trace of my search…but I did research the name Rittenhouse about a year ago," he whispered it like a taboo. He winced at the betrayal in his wife's eyes, and hated himself for putting that look in them.

"Did you find anything?" her voice shook.

Garcia looked away before meeting her gaze. "Yes."

The two women stared at him, waiting, and he took a deep breath. "There isn't much. But there were a few whispers of suspicion that I found in archives, just the name, in police reports every few decades through American history. Then there was an FBI file from the fifties, a thin one, on an investigation into what might have been what they thought was some sort of domestic terrorist group called that. But after the fifties, there's nothing. Absolutely nothing. So, if this group did exist…they don't anymore. We don't have to worry about them, Lucy."

He hadn't realized until this moment that she had held onto that fear. The memory fear made sense, it was like muscle memory, but he hadn't realized she'd been waiting for Rittenhouse to pop up and ruin their lives the way they had in the dream world, other timeline, past life, whatever it was. Had he known that, he would have told her.

"Jiya!" Alicia called to the engineer from across the yard, and she shrugged at the Flynns in apology before excusing herself awkwardly. She and Wyatt had dated casually for a few months after Jiya and Rufus's wedding before breaking up. Wyatt hadn't been ready for a serious relationship yet, still dealing with the hurt left by Jessica's betrayal. But a few months ago, they had reunited, and they all figured it was for good this time. Alicia loved Kate, challenged Wyatt, and was a brilliant spitfire of a woman in her own right. He was happy for Wyatt, and it seemed like he was prepared for it now.

Lucy tugged on his sleeve and he turned to meet her gaze.

"We'll never know, you might have to accept that," he sighed as he took in her anxious face.

"I…it's insane. Insane, impossible and absolutely ridiculous. But…"

"Yeah," he nodded. It was crazy, and there was no way it could be true. Yet there was still a kernel of doubt.

"I mean, picture it—we're part of some team of what? Action heroes who roam around in the past? Do you think we would wear spandex like the Justice League?"

"Well, now the spandex, I can picture," Garcia squeezed her hip and winked at her, trying to dispel some of Lucy's tension. She groaned at him and rolled her eyes, but he felt her slump against him slightly and he smiled before tucking a strand of her wayward hair behind her ear.

"What would I even be doing there? I'm a teacher."

Garcia frowned at her. "Are you kidding? You're a historian. You would know where to go, how to dress, who to talk to, how to talk, how to act. You're resourceful and you're a genius. Of course you'd be there."

Lucy shook her head but didn't argue. Her hand was running through his hair absentmindedly as she bit her lip in thought.

After a few minutes of brooding, Lucy pulled back to look into his eyes, and he met her concerned look with reassurance. "It's okay, Lucy."

"It's just…if it were true...those other versions of us are out there somewhere, living that life?"

He hoped that wasn't the case, not that he'd ever know. His mind swirled, trying to find a way to help them both make peace with the theory, but Lucy broke the silence first.

"Or maybe…maybe we fixed it somehow. Like if that was the life we originally lived, but we changed the past and now we're here."

His eyebrows shot up as he looked at her, and she burst out laughing. It was such a relief to see her relax that he joined her.

"Time traveling crusaders. It's ridiculous," she snorted. He grinned at his wife, the laughter bringing pink to her cheeks and the sparkle back to her warm eyes before she grew serious again. "I have to believe that. I don't want you to have gone through all of that. And Iris and Amy, Rufus…"

Garcia sobered and gulped. "Yes, well, I think we can do anything together, Lucy. Maybe we fixed all of that. We're quite the team. Since we'll never know…" he shrugged. "Don't feel too sorry for other-me, though."

Lucy scrunched her forehead as she looked back at him. "Why not?"

"Like I said, if anything could fix it, it would be us together. And other-me found other-you, so I have to believe he'd eventually be okay."

Her lips pressed against his cheek before she settled her face against his neck. "You give me too much credit, Garcia."

He snorted at her. "I do not. I believe in your strength, and I do believe in us. I think, like you said years ago, we should take the good from it and leave the rest."

"What do you think the good is?"

His heart lightened as he stroked her hair and looked around the yard. It was filled with the laughter and chatter of their friends, their found family. Their two children were inside, the youngest probably in the midst of breaking something or terrorizing the cat while the oldest and the fur-child tried to stop him and the other children laughed. The woman in his arms, exhausted from the day of chasing around their son, helping her sister and giving herself to him, to Iris, to Henry, to everyone. Precious and loving and beloved.

"We find each other. Wherever we are, whenever, whatever universe or timeline we are in—we always find each other."

Lucy's head lifted as she tilted it to look at him. Expecting her to roll her eyes at his cheesiness, his heart warmed at seeing her tender look instead as she reached her hand up to touch his cheek. "It's a deal."

She pulled Garcia down into a kiss, and he was home.

Author's Note: The last three chapters take their title from a quote from Julian of Norwich.

And that's a wrap! Thank you so much to everyone for reading, for reviewing (particularly those I couldn't answer because they were guests). I have loved living in this headspace and frankly I'm pretty proud of myself for completing it. I hope you enjoyed reading it half as much as I enjoyed writing it.