Night Out

Chapter 2

Evening light coating the room, Lucy sat on her bed. Exceedingly happy that Jiya was staying in Rufus's room tonight, she settled in for the night. While she felt bad for Wyatt sleeping on the couch, it was nice to have the room to herself. No one to see her toss and turn till four in the morning, or notice her space out for hours thinking of her mother and her time as Rittenhouse's prisoner.

Although it was worrisome, the lack of missions since they'd gotten Rufus back had been a relief. Sure, it was boring in the bunker, but rather that then being stuck in the past not knowing when the team might be attacked. Besides, her and Flynn had started suggesting books to each other and Garcia had surprisingly good reading taste. At some point without realizing, Lucy started to look forward to the nights her and Flynn would sit and talk late into the night. The conversation was light and they were both able to talk without worry of judgment. Wether it was about there lost families, simpler times, or current books they were reading, it was nice to have someone to talk to.

Come to think of it, Flynn had made a point to be there for Lucy more and she had certainly noticed. Smiling to herself, Lucy couldn't help but wonder where their friendship had come from. One minute she was simply telling herself that the team needed him for intel and the next she was drinking vodka with him till the wee hours of the morning. Either way, she was happy he was there for her, seeing on how things between her and Wyatt were a bit awkward. Sure, she still loved the guy, but that didn't change what had happened and there was no denying that he'd chosen his wife. Thinking about it and having time to process, she hoped that some how Wyatt and Jessica could work things out. She was pregnant after all, and if anything could make one question to leave Rittenhouse, Lucy thought it would be having a child.

Hearing a light knock on the door, Lucy rose from her bed. Already in her jammies she prayed it wasn't a mission. Opening the door softly she saw a familiar smirk.