Night Out

Chapter 5

Grabbing a buggy I looked back to see if Lucy was following. Though happy for the fresh air and her feeling at ease, I determined to not let my guard down. The likelihood of us being attacked here was slim, but I was not gonna be responsible for putting her in harms way. I had enough guilt on my conscience, failing to protect yet another person I cared about was not an option.

Heading to the junk food isle, Lucy proceeded to grab every kind of name brand snack she could get her hands on. She was in a world of bliss and Flynn was content to watch her.  He was reminded that she was just a teacher, thrust into a world that was much less accommodating then her old one. You forget small things like this when your on the run for so long. Simple things like grocery shopping and buying new socks. After a while everything just becomes tactical. But seeing Lucy now, reminded him off happier times. Him and Lorena getting ingredients to make Pasticada for dinner, while Iris pulled at his hand wanting to get ice cream. 

After filling half the cart with nonperishables, they headed to the alcohol section and got enough vodka and beer to last a life time.

"Hey, while we're here we should grab some movies. I can't watch Lord of the Rings again."  Pushing the buggy in the direction of the tv isle, Flynn made the assumption that Lucy wold follow suit.

"Okay, how about Casablanca?" Lucy asked with a smile. Flynn gave her a look of really?

Wouldn't a movie about how the main character falls in love with a widow and then finds out their spouse is actually alive hit a little to close to home?

Realization dawned on Lucy's face. "Maybe not." She decided, placing the film back on the shelf.

"What about A Quite Place? It says its a thriller about aliens." Garcia smirked, and put it in the buggy. 

"Um, how about we buy some actual quality entertainment." Lucy scoffed, putting it back.

Figures. Professors, never wanna branch out into the unknown. He thought, smiling to himself.

In the end they ended up with Roman Holiday, Jaws, and the 2009 Sherlock Holmes. A classic, a thriller, and a mixture of both. Checking out, they started their trek back to the bunker, arms weighed down with the spoils of their trip.

Dodging yet another mud puddle, Lucy asked "Where are we gonna put all this? It's not like we can put the food in the kitchen without Agent Christopher noticing."

"Stash it in my room. No one but you comes in so we won't have to worry about anyone stealing it." Garcia had a good point, ever the pack rat. Lucy had noticed all the little odds and ends in his room. Small stuff from missions to the past, old radios from around the bunker that even Rufus didn't care about. Yet some how he got them to work and always had music in the background while he read in his room. It was one of those small quirks that you grow to love in someone. Slipping her hand into his callosed one, they navigated around yet another fallen tree.

"Home, sweet home." Garcia said sarcastically as they neared the bunker hatch.

"What time is it?"

"About five. Best get in before Wyatt gets up and start bitching about us going out." Flynn responded with a bit of distaste.

Lucy rolled her eyes. She was losing her patience with the passive aggression between the two. Mind you, if Wyatt had a problem with any of this she would definitely give him a piece of her mind. She was done being a people pleaser and was not afraid to show it. Climbing down the latter after Flynn, he lifted her off the last few steps and gently placed her on the ground.

"Thanks." Was all she could manage as he removed his hands from her waist. She could feel her cheeks burning and knew that he'd noticed too.

"Sure thing Professor." Flashing a cocky smile, he gathered the bags he had placed on the floor. Grabbing a few snacks to take to her room for the night, she decided to go to bed. It was almost five in the morning after all.

"Thanks for... this." She motioned to the snacks in her arms awkwardly.

"Any time."

Lucy wished she knew how to thank him properly. For talking and being there for her when everyone else was busy with there own problems. For understanding what she was going through and not judging her for all her anxious habits. Settling for a genuine smile, she turned away from Flynn to head to her room.

After making sure she'd made it to her quarters without any mishaps, (no matter how much she'd changed over the past few months she was still a klutz) Flynn settled in his room thinking of the time they'd spent together. There for a while he thought they'd never even be allies and yet, here they were, friends growing closer by the day. Both grieving the loss of their families and finding comfort in each other. Smiling to himself in the dark of his room, Flynn slipped into a heavy sleep.