Timeless: Dance with the Enemy

Chapter 8

Wyatt kicked the steel door, screaming out in frustration and anger. He and Rufus had spent the last hour looking for any weakness in their cell and had found nothing. They were trapped in an inescapable prison, and time was running out. The few candles that had been provided for light were starting to flicker and dim. Their oxygen supply was running low.

"What are we going to do?" A defeated Rufus asked from his seated position behind Wyatt.

"We are not going to give up. Lucy is still with Flynn. We keep fighting until we are all back home." Wyatt replied, turning to look at his friend.

Rufus stood up, anger and defeat evident in his tone. "We have tried everything. I spent hours combing this hole, there are no weaknesses. We are going to die here."

Wyatt walked over to Rufus and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "We can't give up. Lucy needs us. And Jiya is waiting for you at home, and I would hate to see her disappointed."

The mention of Jiya's name seemed to rejuvenate Rufus who nodded at Wyatt. "You are right. We will get out of here and back to our girls."

A sudden scrapping noise at the door drew Wyatt and Rufus' attention. "Hey, is anyone there! We are trapped in here" shouted Rufus. The door swung open hitting the brick wall with a crash. The men moved to rush towards it, but stopped short at the sight of Flynn's armed goon.

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Lucy stood anxiously in the alley outside of the World's Fair Hotel watching the door for any sign of Wyatt or Rufus, acutely aware that Flynn was standing close behind her. She may have been able to convince Flynn to let her go with him to release her team, but in the end he refused to let her inside the hotel. She was safer outside with him, he told her. Lucy had scoffed at the statement but in the end chose not to argue. She wanted her team out of that hotel and arguing with Flynn about it was just wasting time they did not have.

The sun had begun to set and the chill in the air was becoming more pronounced, her dress did little to protect her from the cold air. Lucy crossed her arms, rubbing her hands up and down her bare arms trying to warm herself.

Suddenly a coat was placed over her shoulders, large hands gripping her upper arms and pulling her back into a warm body. She had been resolutely ignoring the fact that Flynn was standing behind her, but now she could no longer pretend he wasn't there.

"Get your hands off me." Lucy snarled, trying to pull away from Flynn's grasp.

Flynn chuckled in response, choosing to let the woman move away from him. "That is not a nice way to speak to your new partner, Lucy. Besides, you are cold. I am just trying to help."

"I may have agreed to work with you once Wyatt and Rufus are safe, but that is all. It will never be more than that, and I do not want you touching me." Lucy said, turning away from the hotel to stare him down.

Flynn put his hands up in mock surrender, "There is that fiery spirit. Fair enough, Lucy. As long as you behave, I won't touch you, unless you ask me to. And I know our future, you wrote all about it in your journal. One day you will ask me to touch you." Flynn said, lowering his head to Lucy's level.

"That will never happen!" Lucy spat at him.

"We will see." replied Flynn. "Ah, look there they are now."

Lucy spun back to look at the hotel, her breath catching at the sight of her team as they moved towards the alley, Flynn's man walking behind them with his weapon pointed at their backs.

"Lucy!" shouted Wyatt, desperate and hopeful as he laid eyes on the woman who had been his only concern since she was taken from him.

"Wyatt! Rufus!" Lucy cried, moving to run in their direction, but Flynn's strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against him. "No, please, I need to see them."