We Remember The Alamo

Chapter Four

The next few minutes were torture for Wyatt. After helping Lucy out of her jeans and t-shirt he asked her if she could manage putting on her pajamas. She said that she could and asked if he would be so kind to hand her the pile of clothing that was sitting on the dresser. 

After doing so, Wyatt quickly said 'goodnight' and shut the door behind him. He let out a sigh of relief as he leaned against the wall. Now it was his turn to try and get some sleep.
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A couple hours later Lucy woke up to the sound of her name being screamed.

"Wyatt." she whispered.  

She jumped out of bed, only then remembering her injuries. She placed her hand on her abdomen where the sharp pain was emanating from. Another scream came from the bedroom across the hall. She had to get to him. 

Pressing firmly against her wound, Lucy stumbles down the hallway and into Wyatt's room. She finds him thrashing around in his sheets. As she approaches the bed she says his name calmly, trying to wake him without making the situation worse.

"Wyatt. Hey, it's okay. I'm right here."

She was practically begging now while she sat next to him. Tears were falling down her pale face.

"Please wake up, please." she whispered to him, reaching a delicate hand to cup his warm stubbled cheek.

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It didn't take Wyatt long to fall asleep, but once he did he wished that he hadn't. He was tormented by images of Lucy all bloody and scarred. No matter how hard he tried she always died in his arms. 

She didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve any of it. All he wanted was for Lucy to be safe, and if that meant having to put her needs before his own than so be it.

As he continued to deal with his nightmares, Wyatt suddenly heard a voice calling to him. It was fragile and frightened. 'Lucy.' he thought. He couldn't tell if it was a part of the horror that surrounded him or if the she was really there crying out for him. Wyatt knew he had to wake up, he had to.

When he arose, he discovered a scared woman who was shaking due to the sobs that had consumed her. He also noticed her thumb stroking the side of his face and found that the other hand was grasping her stomach with a conviction.

Wyatt gazed up into the historian's tear stained eyes. "Lucy." he murmured.

Lucy looked up to find the soldier staring at her with concern in his gaze.

"What's wrong?" he asked her quietly.

Wiping a tear from her cheek Lucy speaks between snivels, "You . . . you were having a nightmare." 

She takes another breath. "You were scream - screaming my name."

Wyatt's eyes widen at her statement and the images come flooding back. Lucy laying in his arms covered in bruises and bleeding wounds.

"I, uh." he starts.

He looks away from her scrutiny and clears his throat before continuing.

"I dreamed that you died in the Alamo. That . . . that I wasn't able to save you."

Just the mere thought of it caused Wyatt to get choked up and his eyes grew watery.

Lucy stroked the cheek that she still held onto. 

"Hey, it's okay." she said it with certainty even though she was falling apart. 

"I'm safe. I'm here because you saved me." 

As she spoke it was as if she was trying to convince him that he was not to blame for the incident. That he was in fact a hero. This made Wyatt cry even more. 

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Lucy saw that her words were making no difference. He still felt that he was at fault for her pain. If only he knew how much he had done for her. How much he meant to her. 

Then something poured from within her. She licked her lips nervously at the thoughts swimming in her brain. 

Lucy placed her delicate hands on both sides of his rugged jaw. And in one swift motion she leaned down and pressed her shaky lips against his earnestly. 

Every emotion, every drop of passion inside her materialized into this kiss. Suddenly she felt his firm lips move over hers slowly. He was kissing her back.

She couldn't believe it. He raised his arm and placed his scuffed hand on the small of her back, bringing her body flush against his. The action triggered a gasp to escape from her mouth.

She pulled away for fear that her sound had brought Wyatt back to reality, as it did for her. Lucy instantly remembered that there was a certain woman, by the name of Jessica, that remained in her soldier's mindseye. 'He's not mine.' she berated.

Lucy turned away so he wouldn't see her breakdown, again. She tried to stop her tears from overflowing, but she couldn't. Wyatt must have been thoroughly confused, but this was for the better. 

Yes, there was something between them. Whether it was sexual tension, infatuation for a colleague, or maybe even . . . love. But no matter how much they cared for each other, there would always be something, or someone, that would get in their way.

The more she thought like this, the more the water in the car kept rising. She was drowning in her mind and she didn't have the courage to turn to him. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Wyatt was calling her name. 

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Wyatt was still blaming himself for causing Lucy, and everyone else he loved, pain. 'Wait. Did he just admit that he loved Lucy?' He and Rufus were definitely gonna have a conversation the next time he saw him.

Then he felt cool fragile hands on his face and soft cautious lips on his. She was so gentle yet so intense. And before he knew what he was doing, he melted into her and deepened the kiss. He placed his hand powerfully on the lower part of her back.

But he must have done something wrong because Lucy gasped and pulled away from him in that instant. He gazed at her, very confused, as she turned her face away and struggled to hold in tears. 

He could see that she was beginning to have a panic attack, so he tried to get her attention. But she didn't answer him.

"Lucy. Lucy, tell me what's wrong." he called to her.

Then he placed his hand on her shoulder and shook her gently. 

"Lucy talk to me. Hey, answer me."

Finally she jumped, seeming to be awakened from her thoughts.

She turned back with tears streaming down her face, and a look in her eyes that frightened him. She looked like she had seen her entire life fall to pieces around her. The fear that coated her eyes told Wyatt that she had indeed had an panic attack.

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I know it's a weird place to stop for the end of the chapter but I needed to find an ending for it. I would have dragged it on and the story probably wouldn't have made any sense so . . .

Thanks for the feedback everyone!