#garcia flynn/lucy preston fan fic

[patientlibrarian]

Saturday 20 July

The latest Erik the Red picture from Goran's instagram .

"I told you it would be today and here it is. I can see how pleased you are."

Summary:

A.U. The ‘smitten kitten’ returns; No slow burn here but “instant combustion”; a freak event occurs during Lucy and Dave’s rescue of Flynn and they’re forced to seek safety; Flynn gets his Cocoa Puffs and a LOT more! Dave aids the lovers and is an absolute darling; a new home for the team; Lucy has her own room and Flynn will bunk with Dave (well, some of the time!); For aficionados, scruff and ‘the wiggle‘ are included; Consensual protected sex. Some sexual innuendo, thoughts and dialogue. No angst. Only happy Garcy. Some fluff to cheer us in the gloom of these times. 17 chapters mostly short. Wyatt has been re-arrested for desertion and dereliction of duty and Jessica never enters the bunker. Dave Baumgardner has replaced him.

Prologue:

 Suddenly…….. they were shaken out of their idyll……..

 What was that?…

Out of nowhere, there was a very loud ping sound against the car and then another and then another. Flynn instantly pushed Lucy roughly to the floor of  the  car and kept her body firmly pressed down under his. Wide-eyed and taut, all his military and later experience was now to the fore.

Hello everyone, everywhere, it's Saturday. I see my story is listed as 'Chapter 1' when in fact it's complete. I'm not sure why this seems to come up on AO3 like this. Anyway I hope you enjoy it. Hope your day goes as you would wish it to.

[patientlibrarian]

Still wiping away the tears. Not being greedy but oh to have a microgram of qqueenofhades incredible talent!

Can we please get a garcy fic + ice cold feet? I know it’s a Lorena thing but I need a garcy one to feed my soul from the lack of garcy canon touching

this is short because it’s late and i need to go to bed, but have one quick dose of future lucy + flynn together in the bunker because reasons.

They lie close together, curled up in the narrow bed as strips of uncertain light fall on them from the window above, neither of them speaking. Their clothes have been thrown (strewn, really) on the floor, Lucy’s fingers walk lightly up his chest, and they gaze at each other with the weary, poignant satisfaction of two lovers who know that the morning means they will have to go. She will get back in the alt-Lifeboat and go back to her time, and he will stay here, continuing the fight. It’s impossible, it’s ludicrous, and yet, they don’t want to think about that right now. The night is long, but not that long. The hours will slip. Dawn will come. They barely want to waste it in sleeping.

“I missed you,” Flynn whispers at last, a small, tremulous sound. “I missed you.”

“I know.” Lucy shifts her position to look at him. He can barely comprehend the idea of having her back, but only for so short a time, a Lucy that has no walls and no hesitations, a Lucy that gives herself to him so utterly, has been the other half of his soul since that mad dream of a night in São Paulo. He remembers everything in minute, dazzling detail: the city lights striping through the blinds of the hotel room, even more a dive than the bar. The muffled samba music rising through the floor and the neon splashes of color on her pale skin, hair dark and tousled, mouth open as she moved beneath him. “I wish I could stay.”

Flynn kisses her fingers, then tidies her hair, with its fine silver streak, out of her eyes. “You must not relish being back here.” He makes half a gesture at the bunker. “In this. With its pain.”

“It’s… surreal,” Lucy admits. “No more than it is for you, I’m sure.”

Flynn husks a laugh, as if to say they have quite a comparison on that front, to be sure. He grabs her again, rolling her on top of him, as she looks down at him with that same wry, gentle smile. “It’s strange to think that I’m out there right now, in my room alone, being madly, madly jealous of myself.”

“Oh, were you jealous?” Flynn likes this information, he has to admit. He raises an eyebrow. “Listening through the wall?”

“No,” Lucy says with dignity. “I’m not that curious.”

Flynn makes half an amused noise, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her closer, laughing in a way he hasn’t done in bed with a woman since – well, at least Lorena. There was no laughing that first night in Brazil. Only blind, hungry, desperate, heartbroken bleeding need. He was drunk and he probably shouldn’t have, but she was there and she was soft and she took care of him, and she knew he needed it and did not ever want to admit that he did, pretended not to notice as he urgently whispered Lorena in her ear. Gave him it, because it was everything, it was all, that he trust her enough to follow her on this mad quest she was asking of him. 

(He would have without that, and yet. She took no risks. Lucy Preston is always pragmatic to the core.)

Lucy lowers her mouth to his, and his laughter turns to murmurs, then to gulps, then to soft, catching breaths as neither of them think they’re quite done for the night. Want to leave handprints, want to leave bites, marks, imprints on the other that will linger, until whenever it is that they find each other again, until there is no gap in their timelines, until she can walk through his door in the same day and hour and minute. And stay, and stay, and stay.

(God, he dreams of it. Dreams of her. He still does. He always will.)

(She puts her cold feet on him when they finally sleep, in the quiet hours after midnight, and he does not mind in the least.)

[magnificentcowboypeanutpaper]

Chapters: 8/15

Not going to lie, it’s been a while but I hate not finishing things, so a tentative dip of the toe back into writing this.

Flynn welcomes an old friend to town but she’d doesn’t come quietly.

[ancsury92]

Delusion

„You are nothing like her, you know?”

She heard his voice from afar, like it came under the water. She looked again into his dark green eyes, now soft and caring. She felt connected to him, a strange, but very strong bond drawn her to him. Was it time? Or was it a feeling? A feeling that she knew him forever. A feeling that wherever she goes, he will be there too. Like a dark angel.

His words found her off guard, and the way he buckled her belts surprised her. The hands she once feared, now protected her.

The fever held her body strong and, in her dreams, she saw the pilgrim again. Fierce with a knife in his hand, waiting to strike. She heard the gunshot again, and saw the tall, dark figure in the woods. Him. He saved her life.

Oddly, she felt safe for a moment or two. She heard his voice again, softly talking to her. It made her calm.

She had a strong feeling, that she can trust him. That he will protect her.

And then, she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

[patientlibrarian]

This never gets old. So much said only in looks. Flynn looking adorable.

😘😘

Garcia Flynn laughing and looking beautiful in the deleted scene

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Friday 19 July

"It's no good looking all puppy-eyed at me....

I told you, I'm aiming to post my latest story of your rescue from prison on AO3 at the weekend, probably tomorrow. You'll just have to wait! Don't worry you're absolutely gorgeous in it as usual!"

Hello everyone, everywhere, it's Friday after another really hot night here in the UK.

Terrific news of a publishing date for TRLT Chapter 26 - Friday August 28.

Hope your day goes as you would wish it to.

[savetimeless]

Lucy has a bad nightmare( screaming out in her sleep etc) and Wyatt comforts her after realizing she's safe. No smut please

Keep sending me prompts, I’m have a great time. I take all ships :) 

Thanks for this prompt, anon. There were a lot of ways to tackle this (e.g. should it be established relationship? Should it be during or post rittenhouse? who else should be there? where do they live/why would they be together? as i said, there were so many possibilities i was overwhelmed). eventually i just decided to go with the simplest explanation so i could focus on the nightmare and comforting. enjoy! 

can’t keep my hands to myself read on ao3!

Wyatt’s no stranger tonightmares.

He had them frequentlyenough following his return from the war, and then again after his wife’sdeath. He knows how paralyzing they can be, how real they can seem, what theycan do to someone’s mental state.

He’s never had to helpsomeone else deal with them, though.

The first time Lucy hasone, he’s cleaning his gun. He gets up to try to get to her so fast, he fallsover. When he arrives to her room, he scans it, gun first, and realizes quicklyenough that there isn’t anyone there with her.

Even though she has themseveral times a week, he never lets his guard down; never assumes that it’s anightmare causing her screaming.

They’ve had a long day;they sprung Flynn from prison the day before and travelled halfway across thecountry to get back to Oakland today. When they’d arrived, Mason had the Lifeboatwaiting to go for them, eagerly bouncing on his feet.

Lucy had turned heel andretired to her small and vaguely private quarters before she could hearChristopher’s dressing down for breaking out Flynn.

By the time Lucy starts toscream, he, Rufus, Flynn and Mason have settled by a small fire in the cornerof the warehouse.

Mason and Rufus flinch,but have heard this many times by now. Flynn, however, is unprepared, and sojumps up and gets his gun out faster than Wyatt does.

“What’s happening?” Flynnasks lowly.

“It’s probably anightmare,” Wyatt answers. “I’ll get her.”

Flynn nods hesitantly,then sits back down. Wyatt turns and goes into Lucy’s room, prepared andguarded as always.

As predicted, it’s anightmare; Wyatt puts the safety back on his gun and puts it back in itsholster.

She’s thrashing wildly,and he has to grab her hands so they don’t hit him.

“Lucy,” Wyatt says firmly,“Lucy, wake up. Wake up!”

“No,” she whimpers, “no,no, please, no! Mom? Mom!”

He kneels on the bed, thenpins her hands between his elbows and waist, and shakes her shoulders.

She wakes with a start,and pushes against his shoulders wildly, panting heavily. He steps back, andholds his hands up.

“It’s me, it’s me, Luce.”

She stills but then startsto cry, and he sighs, “Oh, Lucy,” and kneels back on the bed and gathers her inhis arms. She cries against his chest, hands fisted in his shirt.

He rubs her back and keepsher cradled to him.

“It was awful,” shewhispers against him. “How can they expect us to get back into that machine?”

He doesn’t reply, justsighs again and rests his head atop hers and continues to sooth her.

She pulls back a bit andlooks up to him. She’s still crying, her hands still twisted in the fabric ofhis shirt. Suddenly, she shoots up, desperately connecting their lips together.He’s pretty startled, honestly, but starts to kiss her back slowly, closing hiseyes.

She moves faster, moving ahand to around his neck, and it only makes him more hesitant.

“Please, Wyatt,” shewhispers as pulls away. “Just – please?”

Her fist tightens further,pulling his shirt down a bit, and she presses a kiss to his collarbone. Theirlips connect again, but he grunts and pulls away.

“Lucy,” he whispers,bringing a hand up to caress her face and wipe away her tears.

“I – I’m sorry,” she saysquietly, turning away, embarrassment on her face.

“Hey, hey now,” he saysgently, his arm snaking around her waist and pulling her back towards him.

“It’s not that I don’twant to,” he says. “Believe me, I do. Just … just not like this. Okay?”

She sighs and closes hereyes, still looking away from him.

He waits several minutes,still holding her close to him. He thinks about asking her what her nightmarewas about – he’s gotten enough information from her in bits and pieces to puttogether a rough picture of her family and what went down with her mom, so hecan pretty much figure out what it was probably about – but he knows that forquite a while it just helped that someone was there to hold him and reassurehim that it wasn’t real, that everything was alright.

To have her screaming likethat, though? He’s never heard such a noise from her when she’s awake, so hecan’t even imagine what would make such a blood-curdling scream erupt from herduring her sleep. For now, though, he’ll hold her, comfort her.

She eventually closes hereyes again, but he figures she can’t be comfortable enough to sleep properly,so he starts to shimmy down.

Her hand, which had fallenslack, comes back up to tighten in his shirt again.

“Will you stay with meanyway, please?” Her voice is soft and breathy, and he could deny her nothing,let alone when her voice is still scratchy from her tears.

He smiles and presses hislips to her hair, then continues to move the two of them down. He pulls thecovers over them, and wraps an arm around her waist, her back to his chest. Sheentwines their hands, and brings them to her lips, so the back of his hand isagainst her mouth.

He whispers into her hair,“I wouldn’t dream of leaving.”

Against his hand, he feelsher smile.

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Fanfic Rec List (mostly Timeless)

Since starting this blog, I created 24 fanfic sketchnotes & I can now create a mosaic that covers nearly a square meter. So, in celebration of all these amazing stories I got to recommend, join me in this (massive) compilation post with links to all the stories & the sketchnotes (for more detail on my recommendations). I categorized the stories and I wish to celebrate all you amazing writers & artists today! Thank you for sharing your stories & art.

I hope you forgive the massive amount of namedropping I am about to do. (Also: I love reading the responses when people see my sketchnotes - so feel free to respond, sent me a note or engage in conversations :-) ). I’m also always on the lookout for more stories to read: I particularly like found family, recovery, mission fic, general or rare pair stories & maturity in characters & conversations. I like adults leaving teen drama behind and dealing with things like the adults they are. Angst is a favorite too, and I enjoy the multiverse of AUs. (Honestly: I’m a pretty eclectic reader).

Timeless

The show that pulled me back into fandom & fanfic & to all you wonderful people. The full list is under a read-more, cause this post got LONG.

Historical / Mission

The Only Way Out by @sallyexactly

Author’s summary: Chinatown leaves the team shattered and grieving, but their only option is to stumble forward. To save the world, they'll need strength of character they didn't know they had, to defeat depths of evil like they've never seen. Meanwhile, they need to find a way to decide their own future, not give up hope... and save the fighting for the actual bad guys. It's honestly a toss-up which of those will be hardest.

This story is my headcanon of how the series ended. It is long (300000+ words) but well-worth it. It's got history, slow and mature development and an intelligent resolution. I reread it frequently and although I have wanted to capture my response in a (series of) sketchnote, I never managed it to my satisfaction. The story is beautiful and feels cathartic (and well-worth rereading over and over).

The Road Ode by @sallyexactly  - my sketchnote

Post-canon. Roadtrip with our favourite historian & lots of historical markers on the way. 107937 words.

The Gutter and the Stars by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels - my sketchnote

Oscar Wilde. Short (1397 words) & funny.

No End, No Beginning by MandyCandy - my sketchnote

Ambitious plan & canon divergent. Tecumseh. With a full bibliography. 65068 words.

Parallel Lines by @x-voyevoda - my sketchnote

Multiverse. Post-canon. Rated mature. Work-in-Progress. 71911 words.

Zajednički by @insane-sociopath - my sketchnote

Retelling of season 2. PTSD. More missions included. Incomplete. 129474 words.

Evocative / Poetic / Philosophical / Makes Me Think

Burn the Witch by barefootwithneonhands - my sketchnote

Evocative. Poetic & fascinating to no end. 19534 words.

Two Roads by @oldshrewsburyian - my sketchnote

How do you live your life while waiting for a future you once so tantalisingly glimpsed but barely dared hope for? Denise Christopher pondering her choices. 835 words.

The Nuclear Option by RedGold (@timelesshonesttrailer) - my sketchnote

“Sometimes… sometimes change happens because a thousand voices cry out and make themselves heard, many moving parts of some Rube-Goldberg Machine. But… from time to time… it just takes one person, making one decision, and that changes the fate of the world.” Jessica-centric. 6036 words

A Shot of Remembrance by @doctorliamsr - my sketchnote

Garcia & Karl. Season 1. 1093 words.

Scorched Earth by @sallyexactly - my sketchnote

Garcia & Lucy. Evocative language. 2695 words.

Ballet-Feerie by @oldshrewsburyian & @qqueenofhades - my sketchnote

Ballet AU. Dance as language. Authors’ summary: “Garcia Flynn teaches ballet to a class including Amy Preston. Lucy Preston has been her younger sister's guardian since they were orphaned. Hesitant conversations and fraught silences ensue. Also, there's Tchaikovsky.”  16799 words.

Alternate Universe

Finding Light in Darkness - by Ultra - my sketchnote

19-century Governess AU. 40199 words. Found Family. Wholesome story.

Incandescent & Adolescent (Wonders Never Cease) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels - my sketchnote

She Loves Me AU. 1930s setting. Lots of letter writing. 18438 words. 

Ballet-Feerie by @oldshrewsburyian & @qqueenofhades - my sketchnote

Ballet AU. See above. 16799 words

Blood Sins - A #FlynnFriday Imagines Series (E-rated) by  @doctorliamsr, @timelesshonesttrailer & @ununpredictableme - my sketchnote

Vampire AU. Ongoing story that fascinates me to no end. Reading any snippit I can get my hands on. Garcia/Lorena/Lucy & Jiya/Rufus relationships. The E-rated parts are clearly marked and can be skipped if it’s not your cup of tea. Currently at 47403 words.

The Assassin’s Holiday by @secretnerdprincess - my sketchnote

Murdervision. Assassin AU. Got me giggling all the way through. 12224 words. Rated mature.

Amehrana by Redgold (@timelesshonesttrailer) - my sketchnote

Food Truck AU. Found family. Wholesome. Mature people. Lorena is awesome.  32589 words.

Lorena Lives

Rise Like a Reckoning by @amandamonroe - my sketchnote

Author’s summary: ‘"Lorena Flynn Has a Chance" Ex-CIA agent Lorena Flynn is back. She's got her daughter, her husband, and the woman who saved their lives years ago. She's taking command of the bunker and taking Rittenhouse down.’ Lorena/Garcia/Lucy hinted at towards the end. 6483 words.

Blood Sins - A #FlynnFriday Imagines Series (E-rated) by  @doctorliamsr, @timelesshonesttrailer & @ununpredictableme - my sketchnote

See above. Also: Iris lives!

Amehrana by Redgold (@timelesshonesttrailer) - my sketchnote

See above. Yes, I’m recommending this twice. :-)

Due to the nature of the show, there are not many stories in which Lorena lives. I particularly like the Lorena focused stories that RedGold, @sallyexactly, @omnicat​ & @amandamonroe​ write. Lorena & Iris deserved better and these stories bring depth, humanity and grace to Lorena & her choices. I reread them frequently and recommend you do the same. These authors are amazing.

Recovery & Healing

To Find a Home by @misscrazyfangirl321 - my sketchnote 

Rufus & Jiya & Garcia friendship. Extending grace. 4529 words.

A Butterfly Garden by @vita-s-west - my sketchnote

Post-Rittenhouse defeat. Slow recovery. Especially wholesome to read in these pandemic times. There’s now a sequel too!  3323 words. 

Nisam Sam by @thealocksly - my sketchnote

Lucy’s processing her time in Rittenhouse & Garcia holds space for her. Soft & dark & visceral. 1225 words.

Q&A by @somekindofflowergirl - my sketchnote

Author’s summary: “Lucy and Flynn develop a routine during their nighttime chats. She's allowed one loaded question and he's allowed one loaded apology.” 22176 words

The Road Ode by @sallyexactly - my sketchnote

See above. This roadtrip fic inspired my own roadtrip where we found ourselves in Friedrichshafen, Germany and the Zeppelin museum there were there was a whole exposition on the Hindenburg. Felt very serendipidous.

Honorable mentions (especially in these pandemic times):

Disease Protocols for Time Travellers by hjea (594  words)

Also, I’d like to give a shoutout to @battleshipgarcy​ for their fan archive sites & meta posts with screenshots of the journal & all the meta content. I love seeing all those small details highlighted! (Plus: their Maria Thompkins in their story The Road Less Traveled intrigues me to no end!)

Other Fandoms

Hunger Games - A Standing Engagement (E-rated) by @bettsfic - my sketchnote. 

Annie & Finnick AU within Hunger Games world. 56760 words. The Food Wars are so very appropriate in the Hunger Games world. It’s fascinating how well betts incorporates exisiting Hunger Games context into this story: this feels like it could have happened.

Temeraire - The Diplomat’s Dragon by indecisive_lotus - my sketchnote

Ongoing story. Post-canon. I love Churki & Hammond together & how Hammond especially gets out-manouvered. 20730 words.

White Collar - In Your Wildest Dreams by sahiya - my sketchnote

Post-canon. Sara Ellis focused. Author’s summary ”This was what grief did to you, Sara knew. It played tricks on your mind. But if it wasn’t Neal, then who could it be? Who else would send her an anonymous packet detailing all the ways someone could knock over the Louvre?” 14289 words.

White Collar - I’ve been bingereading the stories by Sholio. Especially the stories focused on Diana Barrigan. They are a delight. Breakout is especially bad-ass Diana (in heels nonetheless!)

I started this blog to show my appreciation of those wonderful fanfic stories that have entertained me endlessly and engage with these amazing artists (and other people in fandom who share my enthusiasm!) This recommendation list is obviously incomplete and I welcome additions & conversations! 

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top five: ships, comfort movies, fast casual food places, and pies!

Oooh, these are some interesting ones!! Thanks for the ask!!!

ships (good, easiest one first - for this I picked ones I regularly still read fic for.... otherwise it's too difficult to narrow the list to 5. I could easily list 20 if I wanted to.)

John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir - Stargate Atlantis

Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston - Timeless

Peeta Mellark/Katniss Everdeen - The Hunger Games

Ben Solo/Rey - Star Wars

Robin Hood/Regina Mills - Once Upon a Time

comfort movies:

Star Wars - any of them. I have most of them practically memorized.

Despicable Me - any of them. This is including the minions movie.

Fiddler on the Roof

Persuasion - 1997 Amanda Root/Ciaran Hinds version

Thor: Ragnarok

fast casual food places:

McDonald's

Panera

Burger King

A pizza place 5 minutes away from me that has excellent pizza

Dunkin (mmmmm hot chocolate)

pies:

∏ - pi! (come on, I was obligated to do the math joke here)

Chocolate chip cookie pie

Apple pie

Chocolate cream pie

Can't think of a 5th... I'm not a huge fan of baked pies.

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Chapter 6 Old friends, old woes, new worries.

[patientlibrarian]

Great idea!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston Characters: Lucy Preston, Garcia Flynn Additional Tags: Mentioned Emma Whitmore, Short One Shot, garcy olympics, olympic games 2024, garcia is in trouble - not really, married garcy, a smattering of US politics Summary:

Lucy reads a disturbing headline and immediately blames Flynn.

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an interview with @elora-lane  (she/they) content warning: mentions of mental illness and past physical injury

what are you working on right now? what’s something you’d like to write one day? 

Right now, I am working on a Bellarke A/B/O period fic called Surely, You Must Know. I am also working on my Bellarke for BLM Prompts. The first one was posted a couple weeks ago, and I have a bit written for my Bellarke improv/roommates au, and the Josie/Bellamy Bellarke fic (where Bellamy goes through the wringer with an abusive Josie, and Clarke is there to help him heal). 

Something I’d like to write one day... I have a book idea about a genderfluid, bisexual individual based in the early 1820s. The main character (she/her, they/them) was born female and finds herself ostracized after she kisses her best friend (a female), when her friend says she is going to school elsewhere. It takes place over years, and involves the main character falling in love, her love being killed in front of her, having a child and ending up with the very same friend who couldn’t accept her own sexuality (the best friend is a lesbian). 

I’m not sure If I’ll get around to writing it, but I have it all planned out and the characters already live in my mind.  

what is the fanwork you’re most proud of?  Hmm... that’s honestly very difficult for me to answer because I’m rarely happy with my writing in the long term. But I’d say I’m proud of The Governor’s Daughter, which was written for Garcy (timeless, Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston). I had a three-part story planned out for this fic, but I’ve since gotten so absorbed with Bellarke that I changed the ending so it wouldn’t torture fans. But in the original ending the main character is pregnant when she is kidnapped, and her husband is recovering from a gunshot wound himself, when shots are fired in her home. 

The main character leaves thinking everyone she loves is dead. 

I was rather proud of the fic because it’s the longest thing I’ve written- and I don’t write long works. Beyond that, it was about two individuals who should never have met. But did and fell in love despite all odds. In the story not everything is as it seems. I did a lot of research for it and wonder if I got it right (the language probably needs some work). I sorta get obsessed with research, although I know it’s not perfect. 

The Bellarke work I’m most proud of is probably How Not to Quarantine. I went into it wanting to write something smutty. But it became a bit deeper than that and dealt with issues of battling societal norms, sexism toward both women and men, and miscommunication. 

why did you first start writing fic?  I got inspired by Garcia Flynn and Lucy Preston from Timeless. I got inspired by the idea of time travel, and how the future is never as it seems. I’ve always written poetry, and very short stories. But fan fic has been my first time really writing stories with somewhat significant plotlines. I wanted to fill a plot hole, and well... I haven’t stopped writing since. 

Another aspect of it was that I was new mom and unemployed. I have twins who are toddlers now. But when I first started writing I had horrible post-partum depression and anxiety that lasted two years. Writing helped me funnel all of that and be the new mom I needed to be. The lovely comments and encouragement I got from fandom friends played a part in keeping me on the road to recovering from my worst depressive episode. 

what frustrates you most about fic writing?  Honestly, not to sound mellow-dramatic, but me. I frustrate myself. 

I’ve mentioned it a little bit, but I had a few head injuries and I have bad ADHD. It’s a lot better than it was when I first started writing about two and half years ago. I would revisit my works and there were so many errors and things that just didn’t make sense. After my last head injury (I fell 8ft on concrete right onto the back of my head about eight years ago), I would write papers that made sense to me in the moment, and then my instructor would show me what I wrote, and it was just totally jumbled up nonsense- some of it wasn’t even words. Needless to say, I had to drop out of college. 

So, as frustrating as it is, I’m proud of myself for continuing to write enough to retrain my brain (of course, it also healed, and anti depressants helped my brain chemistry realign). I still make errors and my brain gets tired quickly on some days, but I’ve come a long way. Grammarly is a huge help, too! 

what are your top five songs right now?  Oh boy. I totally blame @star-sky-earth for the first three... here is a list. 

Body by SYML

Touch by Sleeping at Last

Let Me by ZAYN

Bulletproof Weeks by Matt Nathanson

Nashville by Noah Gundersen

That was so hard to decide, thank you for the challenge!

what are your inspirations (books, songs, other fic, really good cake?)?  Music is huge for me. I’m very sensitive to the mood that music puts me in. A good tune can help me think of an entire plotline. Usually, it’s the music in a movie and the visuals that inspire me, and rarely the dialogue. 

Anything by Jane Austen is inspiring for my Bellarke ABO period fic. My fav JA book is Northanger Abbey, but I rewatched the film version of Mansfield Park, Emma, and Sense and Sensibility (the BBC three-parter) all in one night! 

Bonus note: the new Emma has a really good kiss scene that is just 100%... Muy Bueno. Loved it. ed’s note: the new Emma film is very good

what first attracted you to Bellarke? what attracts you now? Well, frankly I was attracted to Bellarke fic before I liked them in the show. But some of the Modern AUs and some of the Canon Divergent AUs have power dynamics that really get me. I love fics where one of them is a king/queen or boss, and it takes time for them to fall in love, but the one with the power is gracious and caring and uses that to help the other. Even if it takes a while to get there, I guess kindness and compassion attract me. As does conflict resolution. To me, conflict is worth it if it gets a good resolution. 

I also like other themes like loyalty, perseverance, transformation, epiphany and absolution. 

In the show, season six hooked me. 

BESIDES Bellarke, what character or pairing do you like best on t100?  I’m gonna answer this from a fic writer perspective. Honestly, I’d love to see season six Echo continue the road to absolution and end up with Gabriel (I mean, it’s a pipe dream, but Gecho, c’mon...). I’m okay with where she is in season seven, because I can’t control it. But it’s not what I would have done. 

Roan/Echo is fav of mine. 

I also would have loved to see Gina and Raven. Or more Gina/Bellamy. I really liked Gina. 

As far as 100% actual ships, I liked Linctavia. I do like season seven, too. Although it feels like a totally different show. 

why did you decide to start writing for bellarkefic-for-blm?  I decided to because it allows me to use something unique for the good of others. I try for the most part to help others.

what’s your writing process like?  Chaos. 

Writing for me is like cracking open a coconut. It’s tough to get there, but once you do it doesn’t stop. And if you hit it too hard, the stuff just goes all over the place. 

what are some things you’d like to recommend?  In general? Umm... Calm Magnesium drink, it’s super relaxing. Like last night I started having all this anxiety and drank some. It calmed me down enough to sleep (also listened to the sound of a snowstorm and crackling fire). 

I also recommend introspection and reflection. If you do that a lot, I recommend art or writing. Life is all about balance.

You can find @elora-lane here on Tumblr, or at their ao3 here. Request a fic written by her over at @bellarkefic-for-blm.

[ao3feed-garcy]

by TaleasOldasTimeandSpace

In which everyone is really, REALLY tired of Hamunaptra

Words: 2463, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Fairy Tales and Hokum

Fandoms: Timeless (TV 2016)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Lucy Preston, Garcia Flynn, Jiya (Timeless), Rufus Carlin, Wyatt Logan, Emma Whitmore

Relationships: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston, Rufus Carlin/Jiya, Jiya & Lucy Preston, Garcia Flynn & Jiya

Additional Tags: Mummy AU, garcy, All hail the Garbage King and Nerd Queen, Hey look the Flufus is finally gaining traction, more or less, AND THE DYNAMITE FINALLY GOES BOOM, MY MURDER SON IS SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW, in which the desiccated mummy bits hit the fan, I've used 'desiccated' way too often in this fic but I ain't stopping now

[patientlibrarian]

Saturday November 9 - Happy Garcy Saturday

Hello everyone, everywhere, hope your day goes as you would wish it to.

I post every day, usually before 10am GMT (UK time) so please join me again. Find me on AO3 for all my stories.

New stories coming soon - a ''Happy Garcy/woefully unhappy Wyatt'' one; a cheeky/naughty one for Christmas; a 'what if' one suggested by Battleship Garcy's recent prompt suggestions.

[savetimeless]

so. i have part of this fic written and i just don’t know what to do with it. if someone has any ideas let me know, or maybe you can even write something with it? tag me if you do! 

Garcia Flynn knows, subjectively, that he doesn’t actually know Lucy Preston.

Garcia Flynn knows, objectively, that the Lucy he’d met once was from 30 years in the future, and so this Lucy is not that Lucy.

What he hadn’t realized, was that the Lucy he met and the Lucy in the journal were two very different people from the Lucy in 2017, who knew nothing of Rittenhouse, of Mason Industries, of Wyatt Logan.

The journal spans years. Decades. While it doesn’t have any entries pertaining to her personal life, her personality leeches through, in the words, in the writing, in the pictures she occasionally adds.

He comes to know the people she writes about: her teammates, Jiya and Denise Christopher. Connor Mason, the sometimes Rittenhouse operative, the sometimes double agent. He learns about Amy, the sister she never sees again, Benjamin Cahill, the father she discovers practically runs Rittenhouse, Carol Preston, the mother that she inadvertently saved and by which she feels betrayed.

Most of all, though, he learns about Rufus and Wyatt. Her early entries of them are interesting. She hadn’t started to write about anything until about a year after she first starts time travelling. Her first entry is pages long, almost a quarter of the journals pages. She detailed so many trips, so many things, so many people. The rest of the journal is more spread out, more paced, not so fact, fact, fact.

What changes the most is her writing on Wyatt.

The first time she writes about him, its on his obsession with his wife’s death. As the first entry continues, it becomes clear his priorities change, as do Rufus’ and her own.

It’s not as if she writes detailed paragraphs on the two, on her self, but the Rittenhouse story is so intertwined with their own development that he learns so much about them just by the choices they make.

There are several times when there are time jumps. Obviously, there is no movement on the Rittenhouse front or she stops going back in time (and, well, she knows what the journal will be used for eventually. She’s very particular about what she does and does not include). The first time, he’s surprised at the date changing from 2017 to 2020. Then it changed from 2022 to 2025. There is only one entry that year. Then it jumps to 2030, goes through until 2039, and then there aren’t any entries until 2048, the year from which Lucy travelled back to give him the journal.

There is so much pain, so much heartache that he doesn’t know how he will be able to not tell her everything the moment he see’s her again – no, meets her.

It gets harder and harder to keep the secrets from her the more she chases him through time.

It gets harder and harder to look at Rufus, who he knows will die before he even gets to marry Jiya. To see Wyatt standing behind Lucy in a professional manner, when he knows that the only happiness these two will ever find again will be in each other. Even their child, their daughter, will only bring them sadness, the daughter they send away at only four months old to never see again.

Flynn loves her, in his own way. If he’s honest with himself (which he rarely is), he’ll admit that that doesn’t mean much. There wasn’t, isn’t, enough left of him to truly love her. 

Still. He doesn’t want her in harms way, to get hurt. He wants to protect her.

anyway so thats it. suggestions? 

send me some fic prompts to fill! i’m keen to get writing again. 

[afriendlyboat]

A Timeless Thanksgiving

This is my Timeless Fan Fic Swap/Secret Timeless Birthday Santa gift for @tsuuriki! This is an S.S. Garcy Original Bunker Family Thanksgiving fluff piece.

For the fanfiction purists, this is my first legit fanfic...so please be nice and enjoy. 

So heres my warning I see in other fan fics about how we don’t own these characters, but enjoy this jaunt into my head canon. 

Rating: PG

Characters: Garcia Flynn, Lucy Preston, Wyatt Logan, Jiya (I just realize she doesn’t have a last name), Connor Mason, Denise Christopher

Parings: Implied eventual Garcy, Implied eventual WyJess, Riya

Trope: Bunker Family, Holiday Fun

Prologue

It’s been seven months since the time team lost Rufus in 1888. Seven months since Future Lucy and Wyatt appeared, bringing with them more questions than answers. They brought with them instructions on how to upgrade the lifeboat allowing the team to cross their own timelines and increasing capacity so that they would be at full force when returning to save Rufus. Their visit was all business, the only information about the future shared were time machine upgrades. This was much to the dismay of Wyatt, who was hoping for reassuring information about his baby, about Jess. And as soon as the team appeared to have the task of upgrading the lifeboat under control, Future Lucy and Future Wyatt were gone. 

It was a long, long seven months. Lucy told off Wyatt for the inappropriate “I love you”, for his selfishness in not even offering Lucy condolences after the death of her mother. He realized that Lucy was right and what he was feeling for her wasn’t love, but his own desperation to be loved. He needed to sort things out with Jessica, save his child from Rittenhouse. He needed be the dad he always desired to be, back before his world fell apart.

It was seven months of Connor and Jiya distracting themselves with work, Denise cataloguing Rittenhouse intel, Lucy brushing up on all the history that had changed since they started stomping through time. Flynn and Wyatt cleaned and restored the time team’s weapons. They would sometimes go on clandestine missions out of the bunker. Although they were far from being buddies, they tolerated each other better and complemented each other out in the field. The last seven months were a period of growth, in the wake of pain, for the bunker family and they were a little more than a month away from completing all the necessary upgrades to return to Chinatown.

Seven months of quiet and solemn nights. The emptiness in Wyatt and Jiya’s room was suffocating, reminders of heartbreak and loss. They would occasionally share a drink, late at night, when neither of them could sleep; wordlessly understanding what the other was going through, silently showing support. Lucy and Flynn had grown closer than ever, sharing late night conversations about family and the alterations to history Lucy had discovered during the day. She had moved her bed into Flynn’s room before the team went to 1888 and their relationship was a comfortable unknown. Lucy had not been in the state of mind the last seven months to be romantically intimate with anyone. Like most things between Flynn and Lucy, Flynn understood this fact without it being spoken. He showed restraint and showed his love for her by being present and available, he gave Lucy the space she needed to heal.

These seven months were an emotional gauntlet and the time team desperately needed a break. Something to renew their spirits in spite of all the emotional baggage currently cluttering their underground space.

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Chapter 1

November 15, 2018

Garcia Flynn casually waltzed into his and Lucy’s bedroom, hair wet from just taking a shower. He dried his hair aggressively with a towel before shaking his head causing droplets of water to hit Lucy. “Hey!” Lucy objected from the cot on her side of the room, “you got me!” Lucy put her book down and grimaced, she had been reading up on her history. This down time the past months while they upgraded the lifeboat had given her lots of time to catch up on all the changes they accidentally made. Flynn smiled at Lucy and shook his head again, laughing as water flew in her direction. “Sorry,” he said even though he wasn’t really. Flynn was feeling puckish and loved making Lucy squirm, Lucy rolled her eyes even though she enjoyed these little moments. These were the bits of her day where her life felt almost normal.

Flynn flopped down into a chair over by Lucy, “what are you reading?” He asked has he glanced around. “Oh, it’s about the industrial revolution…how industry progressed after we erased Henry Ford and his bloodline from Rittenhouse.” Flynn made a look like ‘Henry had it coming’ when Lucy’s calendar caught his eye. “Lucy, what day is today? Is it the 15th?” “Ummm, yeah…the 15th of November…why?” she replied. “Well, it’s just next week is Thanksgiving!” Lucy grew quiet and a frown crept across her face before she quickly fought it off. “What?” Flynn asked, “Lucy, what’s wrong?” “Nothing, I’m fine” she tried as she looked away. Flynn touched her chin and forced her to look at him, “Lucy, c’mon, I know you better than anyone, I know when you’re not okay.” Lucy softened, “It’s just…Thanksgiving is a time for family, it reminds me of my old life where my Mom would roast a big turkey, and Amy demanded cranberry sauce….but only the kind that kept the shape of the can.” Flynn understood, he thought of Lorena and how they would spend all day in the kitchen and how Iris helped to tear up bread for stuffing while she watched the parade on TV. “Hey, I know how hard it is Lucy, but we have to do something for thanksgiving…Amy and Lorena, they wouldn’t want this….us…sitting around all sad.” Lucy nodded, “ I know it’s just hard.” She took a deep breath, smiled a tight smile and squeezed Flynn’s hand. Flynn winked at her, squeezed her hand back and stood up, not wanting to be too touchy…Lucy was still healing and needed her space. “Hey, I’m about to go to bed, you need anything? Glass of water? Mug of booze?” He smiled playfully with the last suggestion. “Nah, I’m fine but thank you though,” Lucy responded as she smiled, closed her book, and put it on the crate next to her cot that she used as a table. “Alright,” Flynn said as he walked over to his side of the room, sat on his cot and swung his legs into bed. They both laid down and Flynn reached over to turn off his lamp, “Good night, Looce!” “Night, Flynn” with that Flynn reached over and pulled the chain on his lamp, turning off the light. As his head hit the pillow, he thought about how Lucy deserved the best Thanksgiving he could give her in this bunker and how he was going to make it happen.

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Chapter 2

November 16th, 2018

Flynn woke up early the next morning. He went straight to the kitchen and made coffee, poured a cup for Lucy and walked it back into their room and left it on her crate. He had been making her coffee every morning since she moved in with him and he liked to make sure it was there ready for her as soon as she woke up. He went back to the kitchen and started rummaging through the pantry, trying to figure out what they had and how he could McGuyver a Thanksgiving meal out it. To his chagrin, the pantry provisions made for a very sad menu. There was a half open box of spaghetti that Wyatt had placed upside down, Flynn discovered this less than ideal orientation of the box when he tried to move it and the uncooked noodles fell out. He rolled his eyes, put the noodles back and placed the box in the correct orientation. He also found peanut butter, a can of corn, a bag of rice, and a bag of English muffins. “Well, here you go Lucy, a thanksgiving just like the one you used to have with your family…complete with corn and rice….pathetic,” Flynn sighed. None of this was going to cut it, not one bit. As he put his findings back in the pantry and moved to shut the door, he heard Agent Christopher clear her throat.

Flynn turned around, “Good Morning Denise, I made coffee.” Flynn pointed to the pot. She smiled and grabbed herself a cup. “Um..Denise, by any chance are you going on a shopping run for us this week?” Agent Christopher turned to Flynn and continued to prepare her coffee, “I can, is there anything specific you need?” Flynn replied casually, “Oh you know just enough stuff to make an entire thanksgiving dinner for the bunker.” Denise looked up, “Oh…well okay, like what?” Flynn continued, “You know…..a turkey, spices, bread, onions, celery…for stuffing, green beans, sweet potatoes, pecans, pie crust, corn syrup, dinner rolls, and um…cranberry sauce in a can.” Denise laughed, “is that all?”. Flynn shrugged snarkily,”Yeah, I mean that should be it…if you could get some wine too that would be excellent.” “Heh.” Denise shook her head at Flynn, “And um how am I going to sneak all of this into our underground bunker?” “I’ll help!” Flynn offered and Denise promptly shut him down, “You’re a wanted terrorist!” Flynn looked at Agent Christopher, slightly defeated, “ I know..it’s just…it’s for Lucy…” Denise raised her eyebrows, “Lucy?” “ Yes,” Flynn replied. “I mentioned Thanksgiving last night and she looked so depressed, it brought up memories of her mother…and Amy…and cranberry sauce in a can.” “I’ll see what I can do,” Denise said with a sincere smile. Flynn nodded and Denise turned in the direction of Connor’s room. Soon he heard Jiya’s door open and the bunker began to rustle as very one got up and got started for the day. Lucy emerged from her and Flynn’s room with her cup of coffee, and shot Flynn a smile. Flynn smiled back and nodded knowing that he was going to be able to give Lucy and the rest of the bunker one day of happiness that everyone desperately needed.

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Chapter 3

November 20th, 2018

Everyone in the bunker was hard at work. Connor and Jiya were in the the lifeboat making some final adjustments so the team could jump across their own timeline in a month and rescue Rufus. Wyatt and Flynn had just come back from another recon mission and were putting their putting their gear and guns away. Lucy was studying, marking down more and more history changes that happened to 1888 so that this time the team would be better prepared. It’s was getting late and the team was about to call it quits for the evening when Denise arrived with her arms full of groceries. “Garcia Flynn, you made me buy all this stuff you better help me carry it in,” Denise yelled and everyone looked up. A smile flashed across Flynn’s face as he grabbed the 20lb turkey from her arms, ran to the kitchen, and dropped it in the sink.

The rest of the team followed behind Denise and Flynn, trying to figure out what was going on. “Is that…is that a frozen turkey?” Wyatt asked. Flynn turned to him and cracked, “I know I’m not from this country, but isn’t that what you Americans eat on Thanksgiving.” Wyatt glared at him only mildly appreciating his snark.  “Do you even know how to roast a turkey?” Connor then inquired. Flynn shrugged, “how hard can it be, you just plop it in the oven and turn it on.” Wyatt chuckled, “looks like we’re all getting food poisoning.” “Oh shut up, what are you some kind of expert? Do a lot of top-secret ‘Delta Forcing’ in the Army’s galley?” Flynn snarked back. “You guys can call the hotline!” Jiya exclaimed. Everyone looked at her with surprise, she had hardly said a word since they lost Rufus but the idea of a Family-style holiday had brought some life back into the scientist. “Hotline?” Flynn asked. “Yeah the butterball hotline, they used to have commercials for it during the holidays when I was a kid. You could call in with questions and they would give you tips and tricks for cooking the perfect turkey!” Jiya continued. “She’s right, here it is,” Connor confirmed as he spun his laptop around, “They have a chat or you can call 1-800-BUTTERBALL”. Denise cleared her throat, “Well since you all are in hiding, and one of you is an escaped prisoner/wanted terrorist, I suggest you all use the chat option. Now I’m off for the rest of the week, the kids are off from school and I have to cook a Thanksgiving of my own. Good luck.”

As Denise left, the team got back together trying to figure out how to thaw and prepare the turkey. Lucy started removing items from the grocery bag and setting them in the counter. A loaf of bread, green beans, a box of wine, and then she saw it….a single can of jellied cranberry sauce. She set the can down and walked towards Flynn, placing a hand on his shoulder. Flynn turn at the contact and looked down at the petite brunette, “Hey, what’s up,” he asked. Lucy looked him in the eye, stood on her toes, and kissed the giant “terrorist” on the cheek. A tear dropped from her eye as she smiled at him, “Thank you, Garcia.” He stood there frozen as he watched her turn away and go back to unpacking groceries. He smiled, took a deep breath and went back to ‘helping’ Wyatt and Connor fill the sink with water so they could defrost the turkey by Thursday morning. For a moment, they all forgot where they were and just enjoyed feeling like a family.

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Chapter 4

November 22nd, 2018 (Thanksgiving day)

Garcia Flynn woke up to the smell of coffee wafting through his room. As he cracked his eyelid open he could see that a fresh cup was left for him on the shelf next to his cot. He slowly sat up, reached over to grab the cup and take a sip. As the hot liquid passed his lips he grimaced from the bitter taste before smiling to himself..Lucy should never be allowed in a kitchen, ever. But he appreciated the gesture and as he got up he grabbed his cup and continued to drink the hot liquid, knowing that coffee is coffee and the caffeine is necessary for him to be an actual person in the morning. He padded to the bunker where he heard the sound of showtunes blaring from the television. To his surprise, Lucy and Jiya were sitting on the couch, tearing bread for stuffing and watching the Thanksgiving Day Parade. Flynn took a seat on the arm of the couch and nudged Lucy, she looked up with a smile and he whispered, “thanks for the coffee.” She nodded and went back to tearing bread and watching the parade. Garcia spoke aloud to both the women, “I thought I was supposed to be cooking Thanksgiving dinner, why are you ladies doing all the work?” Jiya replied, “Connor and I got back on the Butterball chat and figured out the stuffing recipe, so Lucy and I figured we’d get a head start on the prep.” Looking behind him he could see Wyatt and Connor fumbling around in the kitchen, everyone was busy trying to do their part to help with dinner. Flynn looked back at the girls and made a crack about Lucy’s kitchen skills, to which she playfully elbowed him before he got up, knowing when to take his leave...before he got himself into actual trouble.

Flynn walked into the kitchen and poured himself another cup of coffee, before approaching Connor and Wyatt. Wyatt looked up and acknowledged the tall Croatian, “This Dinner, asking Denise to go get everything, that was really decent of you..it’s been really rough here these last couple months and this is exactly what everyone needed.” Flynn awkwardly returned, “it was nothing, I know people have to be missing their families” as he stole a glance at Lucy before he continued “i just figured we all deserved a nice meal.” Flynn’s glance at Lucy didn’t escape Wyatts notice and he gave Flynn a knowing look. “Well, I can tell you really care about people and I was wrong months ago to tell you to stay away, you’ve really grown on me now that you aren’t trying to kill us anymore.” Flynn rolled his eyes, “thanks, I’m gonna start seasoning the turkey if you and Connor can manage to put together this pie..the bird has to go in soon if it’s going to be ready by 2.” Wyatt agreed, “Yeah I can do that..I don’t know if pie is really a two man job though..” “I can make the vegetable offerings,” Connor interrupted. “There you go.” Wyatt confirmed and everyone got busy cooking so that dinner would be ready early and everyone could relax for the rest of the day.

By 1:45 the smell of Turkey and sides had filled the bunker as bickering could be heard from the living room where Wyatt wanted to watch the Cowboys game but Jiya wanted to watch Hallmark Christmas movies. Connor was nursing a tumbler of scotch while Lucy napped on the couch with her feet on Flynn’s lap who was enjoying a nap as well. Connor looked up at Wyatt. “Does it really send the best message for a team called the Redskins and a team called the Cowboys to be dueling on a holiday celebrating a shared peaceful meal between Native Americans and European Settlers.” Wyatt rolled his eyes, “Fine. We’ll watch the girly Christmas movies.” Just then the timer went off on the oven, waking Lucy and Flynn up from their respective naps. “Saved by the bell,” Wyatt exclaimed as he got up to check on the turkey.

Flynn groaned and rubbed his eyes as he woke up. Wyatt shouted into the living room, “Flynn, how do we know if this bird is ready?” Flynn looked over, “Uhh….there should be a red button in the turkey, if its popped then it’s ready to come out.” Wyatt looked, “Oh yeah, it’s ready!” and he lifted the Turkey out of the oven and placed it on top of the stove. Lucy, Jiya and Connor got up and started setting the two small tables from the kitchen that they moved together to make one long holiday table. Flynn began to carve the turkey placing the light and dark meat on a serving platter. When Flynn was done carving everyone sat down at the table as a family. Before they ate Jiya acknowledged that although the have all been through alot, that they go around and say one thing that they were thankful for. Lucy grabbed Flynn’s hand under the table and gave it a light squeeze before releasing it to pick up her napkin and place it on her lap. Letting Flynn know silently that although she wasn’t ready to announce it to the table, one of the things he was thankful for was the growing closeness she shared with him. Meanwhile in Wyatt’s pocket he could feel his phone vibrate, he discreetly checked the screen to see a text from his wife, “Happy Thanksgiving.” He drew a deep breath and cracked a small smile at the comfort that not all was lost, that maybe there was a little bit of hope that when this was all over, he, Jess and his unborn son could possibly be a family again.

When everyone was done saying their thanks, the team dug in to the spread of food on the table. Flynn noticed that something was missing and abruptly stood up, alarming Lucy. He walked into the kitchen and returned with a can opener and the can of cranberry sauce on a plate. He opened the can, shook the jellied cranberry onto a plate and placed it in front of Lucy. “We can’t forget the most important part!” Lucy glowed at the sight of the cranberry sauce and all the memories of her lost sister, like the others she remembered with every bite of the Thanksgiving meal why they must continue to fight Rittenhouse, all the important things that they needed to preserve.

Later that night when everyone retired to their rooms after an afternoon of eating and movies, Lucy sat and waited at the edge of Flynn’s bed. She smiled as he walked in, fresh from the shower and shook his head like always hitting her with the clean water from his hair. “Garcia?” Lucy said, and the tall man froze and looked at Lucy intensely, not accustomed to people using his first name anymore. “Thank you for today, I mean really thank you.” He smiled at her and answered, “It was nothing, I wanted to,” as he sat on his bed and swung his legs behind the historian so he could lay down. “I mean it Garcia, thank you for helping me save some of my memories, from when life was more...normal.” Flynn touched her hand, “Well you saved my life, it’s the least I could do.” Lucy exhaled and laid down next to Flynn on his cot, “would it be okay if i slept right here tonight?” Flynn wordlessly wrapped his arm around the small historian in a chaste embrace and closed his eyes, knowing that Lucy was still healing and this small step was all she was ready for. “Happy Thanksgiving, Garcia.” Flynn exhaled and whispered as he fell asleep, “Happy Thanksgivng, Looocy.”